In the heart of the prestigious Gilmore high school are a group of young witches who are pretty, glamorous, popular and powerful.
They have dominion over the student body but their long reign is threatened when a new witch comes into town.

"The best I can do is six-hundred gold," Gilmore said while putting the deck of cards back down on the black glove before continuing, "I'm afraid that what I offer you is a very conservative estimate of its real value. This is because of the rather, unfavorable condition of the item in question. The materials, drawings, and cutting are no doubt topnotch, but it being as faded and damaged as it makes it a tough sell."
"I understand, thinking about it, it makes sense completely," said Aleister.
"Thank you for your understanding, if you wish you may take this item and get it appraised at other shops."
"I don't think that's quite necessary, I'll take the six-hundred gold, but perhaps..." Aleister said as he faked a look of deep thought.
Gilmore raised his eyebrows as he followed up and asked, "Perhaps...?"
Aleister scratched the back of his head before rubbing his chin and saying, "Well, we happen to be in your shop right now, and I think it would be quite the inconvenience to go to another shop, especially since you've been so welcoming, and forthright, and honest with us..."
Squinting his eyes Gilmore said, "Do make your point Sir Aleister,"
Aleister let out a light chuckle as he stretched his body into a straighter and more proper posture. He motioned both of his hands, opening them and pointing all ten fingers before saying in the most pleasant and persuasive voice he could manage, "Perhaps I just take the six-hundred gold and we get a measly ten percent discount?"
Gilmore let out a light laugh as he said, "Ten-percent? How about a five percent discount on almost all items and then an item-by-item basis I might make it ten percent?"
A bright smile grew on Aleister's face as he said, "Well, can't say I didn't try. Looks like you have a deal!" and reached out for a handshake, one which Gilmore returned.
...
Being in a large, city-sized general magical shop, item prices were, quite frankly, astronomical to both Myra and Aleister. Aleister knew that the amount of money that Loopers made and spent was much larger than normal people, but these prices were currently in the hard to comprehend category.
Aleister had first walked over to the section of the store where arcane spell scrolls were stored. Arcane spell scrolls were consumable scrolls that had been inscribed with runes and words in a magical cipher by Rune Masters. Besides being expensive on their own, many also required additional material components, especially the higher tier arcane spell scrolls. However, even if one had the required arcane spell scroll and materials, it didn't guarantee success. If one's Loop wasn't high enough level, there would be a percent chance of it work. Nonetheless, being able to have some arcane spell scrolls was an essential item to have, or at least, that's what Gilmore told him.
He browsed through the scrolls and noticed that they weren't organized, just all lumped together. Each one was wrapped by a silk string and a small little note detailing the price and a description of the spell. Aleister started off by just grabbing one at random.
Price: Twenty-five gold. Spell: Scattering Light, level zero illusion spell cast as a level zero spell. Cast Time: Up to six seconds. Material Cost: One unlit torch. Upon activating the scroll that contains the spell Scattering Light, an array that consists of anywhere between six to twenty-four gleaming strands of white light burst out from the scroll. Each strand of light bounces around in a fifteen-foot cone with the originating vertex being the scroll itself. Each strand of light bounces around until it finds and attaches itself to a target, blinding them for a quarter to half a second per strand that they were attached with. This spell obviously has no effect if the targeted creature is unable to see.
'Hmm, this could prove to be useful,' Aleister thought as he placed it into his shopping bag and picked up a second scroll.
Price: Twenty-five gold. Spell: Feather Fall, level zero transmutation spell cast as a level zero spell. Cast time: instant. Material cost: One feather per small creature, two per medium, four per large, and sixteen for huge creatures. Once this spell is activated, the user can target any: small creatures, up to seven not including the user, or any medium-sized creatures, up to five not including the user, or two large-sized creatures not including the user, and one huge-creature including the user—within a range of twenty-five feet of the scroll, and cause them to fall at the speed of a feather. This spell lasts for one minute or until the target lands. If the time limit is reached, the target resumes their normal falling speed. Once the target has landed, the target receives no damage the fall would have otherwise caused. This spell only affects objects currently in free-fall and has no effect on weapon attacks or other charged or directed motions. It can be used up to three times before the runes fade. This scroll is single-use.
'Twenty-five gold for a single-use scroll? Damn it, if only it didn't seem to be so useful. But when would I even get the chance to use it? Maybe if I'm falling from a really tall building? But how often would that situation happen, anyway? The scroll seemed to be incredibly useful, but only in very specific situations, but that situation could potentially be life-threatening,' Aleister put a lot of thought into whether he should purchase this scroll. Gilmore noticed this and walked over, saying, "Thinking hard over here?"
"Hm?" Aleister turned around and said, "Yeah, this scroll seems to be useful but only in incredibly rare situations. The single-use and the price are what's throwing me off, which is why I don't know if I want to buy it or not."
"Feather Fall, a useful spell to have when you least expect it, mainly for adventurers though," Gilmore said as he thought up of an idea. "How about this, if you spend at least two hundred gold, I'll knock the price down by fifty-gold?"
Aleister chuckled as he looked at Gilmore and said, "I must say, you're much better than I gave you credit for."
"Of course I am. I can't run a successful business, especially not one at my age, without knowing the ins and outs of people."

Aleister has some fun.

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I'm slowly getting used to the idea of being friends with Dimitri. We've been sharing our notes, walking to class together, getting coffee together, etc. He's also been a lot more relaxed. Of course, he's still his grumpy self, but there's something different about it. Maybe I just don't feel intimidated or scared by him anymore, which is a positive thing in my eyes. I don't know if Dimitri feels the same way, though. 

It's a saturday evening and I'm just sitting in my bed watching Gilmore Girls. Emily is at Harry's place and I'm pretty sure she's gonna spend the night there. She hasn't slept in our dorm for 4 nights in a row now. It seems as her and Harry's relationship is going well. I'm happy for her, but again, I can't help but be a little envious. I've never had someone, besides my family, who loves and cares for me. It has never bothered me in the past, but I'm turning 18 in 2 months, and I would like to, at least, get a best friend. Make fun memories together and stuff like that. Emily and I are friends, but not best friends. We don't spend much time together, and we don't talk about deep stuff with each other. Of course, I find her trustworthy, but I can't help but feel that she doesn't want to create that bond with me, now that she has Harry. And she doesn't have to want that. I'm used to feeling a little lonely sometimes, so I just have to be patient. I can do that. When the right time comes, the right person will come too. That's what I believe in. 

As I continue watching Gilmore Girls, my phone bings. It's probably my dad texting goodnight. 

Dimitri (Mr. Grumpy):
Is Emily at your dorm?

Me:
No, why?

Not a minute later, there's a knock on my door. I walk over and open it, knowing full well who it is. 

"Hi," I say.

"Hello, Ruby. I do not have anywhere to sleep."

"Again?" I ask him, but when he doesn't answer, I open my door fully and walk back to my bed. It's only 9 PM, so I'm not tired yet. Aaaand Jess Mariano is waiting for me, so…

"What are you watching?" Dimitri asks me.

"Gilmore Girls… wanna watch?" I ask him.

"Not like I have anything better to do," he mutters under his breath. 

I scoot over and pat the spot beside me. We already shared a sleeping spot together in the wild, so it isn't as weird as I thought it would be. We get comfortable and I offer him some chips. I'm, yet again, surprised at how comfortable I am around him. He also seems more laid back after we agreed on being friends. 

After a couple of episodes, Dimitri asks, "Who is that?".

"That's Dean. We don't like him, by the way. We are Team Jess," I explain.

"How many times have you watched this show?" He asks me, amused.

"I don't know… about 9 times I think."

He scoffs but doesn't comment on it. 

"Hey! It's not my fault that it's an incredible show," I say offended. 

*****

After 7 episodes of Gilmore Girls, I look over to see Dimitri fast asleep. Shit, he wasn't supposed to fall asleep. I turn my laptop off and try to crawl out of bed, so I can sleep in Emily's bed tonight.

"Stay," Dimitri mutters weakly. I don't think he's awake. It must be his subconscious speaking. 

I weigh my options, but to be honest, I don't even feel like moving, so I stay. I lay down right next to him in my tiny bed. As long as he doesn't cuddle me like last time, it's totally normal for friends to do this… Right? I don't exactly have much experience with the friend and people thing. 

***** 

When I wake up, Dimitri is gone. His side of the bed is still warm and I can smell his scent on the sheets. Last night was weird but nice. It was one of the few times he and I got along without fighting. He didn't make any annoying comments, so I could get riled up. Maybe we could do this. Maybe we could be friends.

I studied the rest of the day and continued on Gilmore Girls in the evening. Nothing major really.

"For fucks sake! What did you do?" A very angry voice asks me. Holy shit! That is definitely Dimitri. I can recognize that accent anywhere after our discussion in class today.

"Holy shit. I'm so sorry. I thought you were a burglar or a rapist following me," I try to apologize. 

"Shut the fuck up!" He yells, making me flinch. It quickly shut my mouth up though. I didn't like being talked to like that, but then again, I just sprayed him in the eyes with a fuckin' pepper-spray. 

_____

Ruby Derman has to attend college 7 hours away from her home and her dad. She quickly falls into place, but a young, angry guy catches her eye in class. However, she quickly finds out it keep away, as she sees how he treats people. He is arrogant and sinister, but she can't ignore the feeling she gets every time they're near each other. 

What will happen when two completely opposite people find out, that they're actually not that different from each other? Keep reading to find out.

Skylar Point of Veiw:

"Good Morning  ladies." Robin yells from inside the unit. Everyone woke up and stood outside their cells, Faye didn't even spare me a look. "Roxanne, Trish, Fiona, Aurora,  Mitchell,  Foxie, Alexis, Faye, Skylar, and Tina . Olivia and Kelly won't be returning to this unit. Aurora and Tina pack up you will both be moving into unit G. We will move in the new inmates that arrive this afternoon. You'll be getting to know four incredible women, two from up east Gilmore Prison actually." He chuckled leaving after call. "Gilmore for fuck sake, Hamilton is insane." Foxie says aloud. "What does he think he's doing, remember what happened last time a prisoner from there came here?" Roxie says. "What's the deal with Gilmore?" Faye asks Trish. "Serious offenders. Worst of the worst get sent there. Every now and then someone gets released into a less secure prison."Trish explains. "I want one prisoner in each of the newbies cells. Roxanne move to cell three, Mitchell to five. Any more violence in this unit and we will moved everyone into new homes, is that clear? I am here to oversee changes in Black Fortress, starting with the drug use and violence. My name is Mrs. Santago. This is Doctor  Darwin Clyde, your new counselor. Now I will be announcing some changes such as new programs that will be promising to your future. With that I will let Mr. Clyde make his introduction. " Mrs. Santago announced in a rough manner. "Hello Unit I, I will be here to listen to all concerns, and just as a person you can come to. I hope we will be seeing each other often." He nods. Mrs. Santago was a tall white woman with long blonde hair. I'm guessing her husband is Hispanic. She wore a red button up with a long white skirt. Her badge and radio clung into her left hip. Mr. Clyde wore a grey sweat shirt with brown pants. He carried a backpack with him. After all the new introductions we were released to breakfast. Faye went, but we didn't speak. The girls knew the tension so Fiona tried to talk with her to easy it a bit. "Aye Boss wants you in Rec." Carmen says. Shes in Ivys crew. "Alrighto." I say standing up. "Not you, Faye." Carmen says smirking. Faye looked up, the room was quiet. "Okay." she stood up. "You don't have to go." I say to her. She doesn't give me a glance and walks out with Carmen. I nod to the girls, Fionna, Foxie, Trish stood up to follow her. "When are the newbies coming in?" I ask the lunch lady while taking my tray of oatmeal. "After lunch, new announcements before." she says. "Appreciate it." I say earning a slight nod.


Faye's Point of Veiw:

We walked into the Rec room, I saw the girls following which I was grateful for. "Come sit Faye." Ivy says kicking out a chair from the round table. "Get lost girls, Faye and I are long over due for a chat." She tells the girls. They go to sit across the room but don't leave Rec. "Prison treating you well?" she asks, I noticed her hair well let. They whole left side was shaved and the longer hair was tossed to the right. It looked nice, I just couldn't figure out how she did it in this place. "As good as it's gonna get, I guess." I sigh. "You got that right." She laughed sipping on some apple juice from com. "Do you want some?" she asked offering me a blow pop. "Uh sure, thanks." I say taking a green apple one. "Now I heard about that mess with Olivia." she chuckles dryly. "What did you hear?" I asked taking a deep breath. "I heard that you got involved with something that wasn't your business." She says smiling then moving to sit next to me. "Care to explain yourself Faye?" she says tapping the table. "It was wrong-" I say but she interrupts me. "Wrong? This is prison Faye. I don't know where the fuck you think you are but her Wrong isn't much of a good answer." she says grabbing me by my throat. "Kelly stole from Olivia, do you know who supplies Olivia, I DO. Which means Kelly stole from me. Do you want to know what life in prison is without my protection, huh? Is that it?" She says inches away from my face. The girls stood up but so did Ivy's crew. "Now you are going to help me sell the rest of this stuff. Since it was your fault Olivia was sent off. I want it sold, all of it by Wednesday. You got three days." She says lifting her grey shit to show me a plastic bag with drugs. She turned me around and acted like she was giving me a hug while she slipped it into the waistband of my pants. Afterward she shoved me away. I gritted my teeth and walked back to my Unit. "How much does she got you selling?"  Fionna asks. "Everything Olivia lost for fucksake." I say frustrated. "Well just tell Sky, she can't help you get rid of that mess in no time." Foxie says. "No. I'll take care of it." I say knowing Skylar couldn't be involved. "Okay well Rule one, never keep it in your cell, it's gotta go somewhere else." Foxie says. "Like where ?" I asked looking at the white substance. "Your work unit is in the library, there's a spot behind shelf two. It's a hollow hole." Fionna says. "Okay I'll be right back, don't tell Skylar where I'm going." I say taping the bag to my leg with scotch tape. "Hurry, count is in fifteen." Foxie reminds me. 


Skylar Point of View: "What did she want then?"I ask hitting the back of Fionnas head.  "Olivia supplied Ivys shit. She gave some blow for Faye to sell, whole bag. We told her to hide it in our old spot." Foxie explains. "What's going on with you two? She didn't want us to let you know what's going on" Fionna says as Faye walks back into the unit looking like a ghost. "Where'd you go?" I asked her curious to how she'd answer. She walked right passed me biting her lip. I sighed and announced that I'd be in Rec if someone needed me. I actually went to different units asking some of the girls if they wanted to buy. After getting ride of most of it, Gloria bought the rest. I'd give Ivy the money tomorrow. Faye was in her bunk when I walked in, she was reading a different book now. "Faye?" I call out her name. Silence. "I miss you." Silence. "I love you." Silence. I pang shot through my heart. I walked out of our cell and sat with the girls who were gossiping. Morales entered our unit with the four new prisoners. One of them looked no more than eighteen if not younger. At the end of the line was Savana. We made eye contact but she was going into her cell. I walked back to the cell, "Faye! Get over here now." I say grabbing her arm pulling her down. "Get off of me Sky." She says pulling away from me. "Shush, and listen. Someone I used to work for is here from Gilmore. Baby she's dangerous, I guarantee she didn't come without an friend. She's a master at manipulation. She will chew you up to spit you out. Once she has a hold on you it's impossibe to get rid of her. Do you hear me? In my extra pair of shoes there is a shiv, okay? Do not let her do you any favors, she'll always come back to collect." I finish explaining when she walked up to my cell. "Skylar what a surprise girl." she clicks her tounge.

Faye Woodland and her girlfriend Skyler Ray are both facing a drug trafficking conviction. They were sent to Black Fortress Prison, a prison known for dangerous women. Skyler is no new face to the facility, what happens when Faye is confronted with her partner's past life? What will she find behind the hidden door Skylar has yet to reveal?

Angry with myself for the tone of voice, knowing it was even rougher than this morning. "I am so sorry, please go right ahead." Getting no response from her, I stood up and went to my room. 'Everything I do today, seem to be going wrong. God knows I didn't mean to snap at her. Maybe I am tired and needs some extra rest since yesterday, I seem to be more agitated.' 
Clearing away the dishes and wiping the cupboard, feeling a bit hurt the way he snap at me. 'But I cannot use his phone without his permission.' Packing two kits of food for the girls, I went and shower. Changing one time for the visit at the hospital. Seeing it was already after two I peeps into his room, he was sleeping. Leaving a note I called a taxi and leaves the apartment. Standing at the pavement I waited until the taxi came. "Were to ma'am?" 
"In the town, thank you." Visiting Sara's boutique, I get a few items for Laura and Nicole. However the main purpose was to get a mobile phone which was becoming rather difficult because every phone dealer want some form of ID. Eventually I gives up and went to a public phone booth. Dialing the number I had written. Holding the few extra coins in my hand waiting patiently as the phone rang. As the voice rang out saying, "hello I said, "Mr. Lincoln I notice an ad in today's paper that your company is for sale, Sir I am very interested. No sir I am not Miss Gilmore. But Sir why would you think I am Miss Gilmore? My voice is the same. To tell the truth Sir I was in an accident recently and I have no memory of my pass neither do I have any form of identification to prove who am I, but sir have you met Miss Gilmore? Okay do you have a letter or anything showing something of Miss Gilmore? I understand, all I know is that I am from Chicago. She is also from Chicago? If it only had something to identify Miss Gilmore but Mr. Lincoln can we meet? I could be this Miss Gilmore. Thank you for speaking with me but can you tell me what price you are calling for the company. Okay three million is quite reasonable, it is, I see, I am also a Christian," Listening to what he was saying. Seeing the last two coins hoping he will meet with me. Yes sir, okay I am ready. 939 Boylston Street at the tennis club. Mr. Lincoln I will be wearing a cream suit. Yes thank you Sir I am definitely going to be there Friday." 
Resting down the phone with questions in my mind. Suppose I am this Miss Gilmore that he had already made arrangement to sell. Seeing a taxi I hails it out. Sitting I told the driver I was going to the hospital. My mind ponders to the conversation. The reason Mr. Lincoln was really selling the business is because he was ill and Miss Gilmore approached him first making an offer ensuring him that all his employees will continue to hold their same positions, no one will lose their job and also he was selling because she was a Christian. The reason for the ad is he thought something has happen to her but he has no intention of selling to anyone else. From his conversation I gather he had many offers but turn them down because he has given his word to Miss Gilmore.
 3.15 I was just about to enter into the pediatric ward when I was confronted by Dr Long. "Hi! Beautiful I see you went on a shopping spree?" 
"Not exactly but I bought a few things." 
"I must thank you for your advice, it works like a charm. And I feel ten years younger." 
"Ah that is good to hear, you must do it more often, husband and wife take each other for granted and the marriage becomes boring. As we continue to talk softly our back was facing the ward. 
Nath came seeing the both of them whispering to each other stepping back inside. Feeling this rage eating the inside, 'something I has been experience since yesterday but it was even more aggressive than before. Am I jealous, but why does it hurt to see her speaking to someone else?' Turning to face outside, my back was against them as I faced the window so no one will see my rage, as I continues breathing to control my emotions. 
Hearing the both of them I turns around folding my arms as I looks at her speaking to Nicole now. "Hi! Sweetie" 
"Mama!" 
Glimpsing at him, 'why is it his face is so pique? What is the matter with him now?' Turning my attention to Nicole voice then said, "I see you eat the foodie." 
"Mama, papa feed me." 
Raising her night dress, "wow you belly is full." 
Seeing how she rubs her tummy, "belly full." 
"You are a good girl, here you go." Giving her a snack. Dr Long can we take her for half an hour? I want her to visit the other girl." Seeing the nodded, she looks at Doc then at Dr Long. Ignoring the strange look between the two of them I asks, when will Nicole be discharge?" 
"Dr Kingly wants her to go by weekend." 
"Oh dear can't you delay it for a few more days?" Getting the shake head. "I could talk to Dr Kingly asking him to allow her to stay a bit longer." 
Doc responds to my concerns, "There's no need for that she will be going to the battered home in our street." 
"You knew that all along knowing how worried I was and you said nothing?" 
Nath notice the blue in her eyes darken to almost a black, I experience her rage before, but I have never seen her so angry. Before I could say another word, she walks away, leaving all the bags and the men glaring after her. 
"I can't believe you, why did you have to make her angry? Women are strange creatures especially when they are in their cycle." 
"How was I supposed to know that? All this is new to me. I better find a way to placate her." Opening the bags seeing the slippers and dress for Nicole. Seeing the way she was jumping with joy, "okay honey try and be careful before you fall, your mama bought these pretty gifts for you to go home. Now be a good girl for papa and tomorrow I will visit you." Putting the things into the cupboard I bends kissing her cheeks then leave. 
Reaching to Laura ward she was not there. "Laura did mama came here already?" She shook her head. 
"Have you eaten the food I give you earlier?" she nodded. Giving her the bags, "mama bought you these gifts." Giving her a snack I packs the container in the bag. "Laura I will see you tomorrow," and I left. Nath waited thinking she would come to the car park. After one hour when she did not I went home. Lin was not at the apartment. "Women are so moody, how was I supposed to know she was in her cycle. Nine years I never put myself with other women, I was not paying attention to the sign, the headache, vomiting, loss of appetite and those mood swing what should I do now? Maybe she went to the big white house but the way she is infuriated with me she might not sit in the car.' Taking my keys opening the door. Seeing her sitting at the first step. "My Lady why are you sitting there you could have ringed the doorbell?" 
"How could you do this to me? You know I was worried about the children, but you never said a word. "Walking passed him I went straight into my room closing my door. 'Oh I deserve that, now I am sure she is disappointed in me. And who could blame her, I knew of her concerns for the children but I hesitated wanting to surprise her, well I got the surprise of my life. In fact everything started good then turns out sour.' Changing into jogging clothes I took the single key putting it into my pocket and leave quietly.                       
Jogging down the street observing the church gate open and a few cars was park I went in. Sitting at the back listening as the few people pray one after the other. Quietly I lifts up my request to the Father asking 'for courage, wisdom and understanding. Please Lord I need you to fix all the blunders I made this day. I can't seem to do anything right, I love her very much yet I hurt her, please touch her and remove that temper from within and give her your peace.' 


“Excuse me.” 
“Can I help you with something sir?” 
Turning in a rage, “will you give the young lady that get wet, this money for me please?” 
“I am sorry Sir, but I cannot do that.” 
“Then kindly check and see if she has fainted or something, the length of time women takes to change.” 
“Sir, you don’t understand, the young lady left almost ten minutes ago.” 
“Was she badly hurt?” 

He tried to relax realizing, 'Jezell was right, the young lady makes me feel on edge, but why? Seeing her in the mall for the first time, when she collided into us, it was not planned it was an accident, she seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere, but why were she smiling even when Jezell was rude by showing her the third finger. No one has ever gotten under my skin like that before and it irritates the hell out of me, then her running in front the car, I know it was not on purpose. I could see she was in pain but why didn’t she say something, someone else might have shouted at me because I was wrong, and why was I so ignorant, I didn’t even know it was her.’

Okay...where to begin?

I am an indoors girl and one of my best things ever are novels and movies. I have three best friends, an annoying but loyal younger brother, a cute little sister, a nice and beautiful mom and an asshole for a dad.

"Cass, dinner!" My mom yelled from downstairs. 

Oh, and I hate getting up from any of my shows to do something, I don't care if it's the millionth time I'm seeing the show.

Don't get me wrong, I love food but I hate stress and right now I can't think of anything more stressful than peeling myself off my bed where I am comfortably rewatching an episode of Gilmore girls.

Yep, you guessed right I am lazy.

"Cass!" My mom yelled again, I could tell she was frustrated from her tone.

Why?

I am fond of this, not responding when I am called because I'm too engrossed in a book or a movie.

Hey, it's not because I am mean or rude I'd just prefer it if they were robots or something to bring my food up my room, feed me, pick my clothes, tidy my room and all that jazz.

"Don't joke with me Cassandra, I'll take your laptop if I come up there." She yelled again.

"Coming mom, just ten minutes till I'm done with this episode." I replied.

"Cassandra." My dad's heavy voice boomed through the house.

Oh he's here? Great, never thought I'll have dinner with him again.

Michael Collins aka my dad is a neurosurgeon in the best hospital in the arena which is a big town about four hours drive from ours so I see my dad once a month or twice if we're lucky. It's suffice to say I grew up without dad but with his money.

I pushed myself off the bed and stomped downstairs, the whole family was there already and the vein on my mom forehead looked as if it was gonna burst if I hadn't arrived then.

Again, don't get me wrong, it's not like I like getting her worked up, it's just that I am a teenager and in my opinion, teenagers are meant to push their parents buttons once in a while and since like I said, I am kinda like a couch potato so I do it by being a couch potato, atleast I don't come home drunk every Friday or with detention slips every week like my brother.

I'm better right? Nah we're the same.

"Hey," I said as I took my seat beside River, my younger brother who due to reasons I'll really like to bring up to the table with God is bigger than me in every physical way.

My mom rolled her eyes, my younger sister, Aurora, simply smiled showing off the food in her mouth and went back to her meal of mashed potatoes and gravy, River nudged my shoulder and my dad said, "you should really learn to be on time for your meals, Cassandra."

You see my problem with this man?
First, he's never at home then when he is he's always being formal and strict, I honestly cannot have a conversation with him for up to ten minutes. 

Yes I know I was wrong by being late and stuff and I didn't apologize but in my defense I was busy.

Okay maybe I wasn't but cut me some slack I was rewatching Gilmore girls. Okay, not a good excuse but the thing is I.... nah, who am I kidding?

The truth is I've never been close to my dad and as I grew up we kinda drifted apart especially due to the fact that he's never around and he just kinda pick up faults in whatever I say or do and vice versa.

What kind of dad is it that behaves formal with his children, I considered leaving the table but he won't even be know that it's because of our relationship (or lack of), rather I'll receive a lecture on etiquette and all the stress will fallback on mom plus I love food, I'm not giving it up for anyone. Not today. Never.

I piled my plate with what will make most of the cheerleaders at school more ashamed of me than the already are and ate. The table was silent, mom was mad or she'd have started a conversation, River looked like he had somewhere to be at and he was in a hurry, did I mention it was a school night? Aurora was just being her and was contented playing with her food and dad, well he think it's the right table manners not to speak at the table.

He's right but still.

As soon as we were done, I packed the dishes. It was River's turn to do the dishes but as soon as I heard, "sweet sister!" I knew I'd  be the one doing it.

"What, River." I asked, putting my hands on the hip.

"Can't I call my sister?" He asked already faking a wounded face.

"Cut the crap, River." I demanded, still keeping my hard stance.

What, you've gotta be tough to these kids nowadays.

"I'm supposed to meet up with Andy and the guys now, can you please help me do the dishes, please?" He said hurriedly.

"Nope."

"Cass please."

"You do realize that you'd have gotten a headstart  with the dishes by now if you were doing them." I said as I made my way up the stairs but he blocked me, "please, I'll pay you in some other way."

"No parties at home the next time mom's out of town." I said.

In case you can't milk it out, River throws a party every time, I literally mean, every time mom's not at home and like I said, dad's never. I don't have a problem with parties, I have a problem with hosting them. Horny teenagers in your rooms doing God-knows-what, red party cups everywhere, drunks messing up your stuff, once someone watered our flowers with ruffle oil and  I hate cleaning up especially after parties.

He looked bummed for a second before he smiled, "deal."

"Oh and when you call me to pick up your drunk ass, you'll have to do another favour."

Anyone read the cellphone swap by Lindsey Summers? Remember how Keely used to pick her brother's drunk ass up? That's almost same with me except that I ALWAYS get something back in return.

"I'm not drinking tonight." He said as he went towards the door.

I sang, "that's what you always say..."

Going back to the dining room, I packed every dish from the table and they were too many for me to carry at once. Now a sensible person will carry the amount he/she can but I decided to take them all as the three- metres-away kitchen seemed like it was in Mars.

Grabbing everything and spinning on my foot, a bowl immediately fell  and broke.

One.

Two.

Three.

"Cassandra, what are you breaking in my kitchen."

"Nothing mom." I yelled back.

Stepping around the broken mess which mom was going to clean because I can't be bothered anymore than I already have been, I went to the sink to quickly wash the dishes and go back to my date with Gilmore girls and Nutella.



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Heyyyy guys, how did you like the first chapter.
Who loves Cassandra already, I do.
Who loves their dysfunctional family already, I do.

Guess the song:

...I don't wanna see you smile, I want you in the morning....🎧🎵

Ciao loves,

-Delph!❤️

Miles Wells was the pain in Cassandra Steven's ass two years ago until he left town and went miles away.

Now he's back and she expects him to continue doing what he does best; bully her but there's a huge shocker. 

He's changed.

He is no longer the player everyone knew him as or the bully Cassandra knew him as, he's now a broody student who's only interested in finishing highschool with top grades and improving his football skills.

Of course, Cassandra should be elated that he's not interested in bothering her anymore but reverse is the case, despite the disagreement with her friends, she is interested to find out what made him change.

Would she listen to her friends, what really made Miles change, would Cassandra just mind her business and concentrate on finishing highschool like Miles is interested in?

Find these and many more in this teen fiction that will keep you awake till 3am.

One Week Later

In a rundown tavern in the southern region of Dratol, Wallace slouched on a creaking wooden chair, with a small parchment place over his head. The table in front of him had several empty bottles which still reeked of alcohol. He seated close to the window, and he could see the crescent moon hanging in the lonely night sky. The joyous atmosphere in the tavern contrasted with his more somber demeanor.

"Oi! Wallace! Why do you look so down? Aren't my drinks good for ya?"

Wallace blandly tilted his head to the side, staring at Bricteva, the middle-aged tavern keeper.

"Bricteva, I can't even drown my sorrows in sweet old rum any more. Please leave me alone," Wallace said as he placed his head on the worn table.

"There is something wrong with your attitude, laddie. If it weren't for me, you'd still be roaming the streets searching for who knows what. Am ya savior, laddie. Is this how you treat me?" Bricteva said.

However, the roar of drunken men and the teasing shrieks of groped whores were all that greeted her words.

"You're lucky you resemble my son. If not, I would have kicked out a fatty like you a long time ago," Bricteva added. With Wallace flat out ignoring her, she grumbled while carrying a large basin filled with clothes towards the back room of the tavern.

"Yeah, sure. My twenty silver surely had nothing to do with it," Wallace muttered as he fiddled with the ring of a bottle.

'Why did I have to be such an idiot? I could have taken the money and fled. There is no way Adam would have tracked me down. Now, I neither have the gold nor do I know the whereabouts of the person he wants me to find. Why do I have to be so unlucky? If I ever find those thieves, I will make sure they regret the day they were born,' Wallace thought.

Initially, Wallace concluded he wouldn't search for Erik Gilmore. Instead, he would rather flee Dratol with the gold Adam gave him. He considered Adam a walking disaster especially after everything he had experienced from Wazar Region to Dratol. He wanted nothing to do with Adam and saw the gold as an unexpected payday.

A few days ago, before he fled, he witnessed a strange phenomenon over Varidan skies. While watching the unexplainable scene, a group of pickpockets who had been trailing him accosted the sack containing the golden coins, before disappearing into the busy streets. If not that Wallace had removed five pieces earlier, he would have ended up a beggar on Dratol's unforgiving streets.

'If only I had paid more attention to my surroundings, I wouldn't be in this mess right now. I would have been in the sunny countryside of Vohmir.'

Still wallowing in his predicament, Wallace felt a thud on his table. Raising his head, the scanty and dirty teeth of a middle-aged man greeted his sights. He wore a washed tunic begrimed with unspeakable and an uncountable number of filth. He donned an amiable smile as he stared at Wallace. His upper half leaned on the frame of the opened window, with his hands resting on a blackened bottle.

"Wallace, guess what I found in the trash? I found—"

"Igor, are you mad? Are you trying to kill me?" Wallace said as he clenched his nose. Igor was a hobo who lived around Bricteva's tavern and had garnered a reputation due to his friendly disposition.

"What are you talking about? Why would I want to kill you? Have you been drinking again?" Igor asked as he caressed the blackened bottle on the table.

He was oblivious to the smell being emitted from his tunic and unwashed skin. Wallace, however, couldn't speak. Because, Igor's breath had forcefully assaulted his nose. Despite drinking several bottles of alcohol, Wallace believed Igor's bad breath, coupled with the nauseating smell of his tunic would finally accomplish the task of knocking him out.

Ignoring Wallace's plight, Igor continued, "Wallace, check out this beauty. Can you believe someone threw this baby away? C'mon buddy, let's drink away our sorrows," Igor said.

'I don't want any of that. Get the fuck away from me damn it!' Wallace thought, unable to air his thoughts.

With a flick of his wrist, Igor uncorked the bottle. A thick aroma assaulted his nose, while Wallace slammed his head on the table passing out from the smell from Igor's armpits.

"Huh? What's wrong with him today? Well, I guess I don't have to share with him."

Taking large gulps, Igor carried his body from the other side of the window into the interior of the tavern. Reclining comfortably on the wooden chair adjacent Wallace's, he enjoyed the unnamed bottle.

While he enjoyed himself—slowly, the faces of the tavern goers distorted. With each of them struggling to cover their noses, they cast their gaze on Igor who nonchalantly downed his drink. Igor, on the other hand, waved to those he recognized. He was oblivious to their sufferings. In droves, they scampered out of the tavern. They were unwilling to be like Wallace—first casualty of Igor's attack.

"Huh? What the hell is going on… what the hell is that smell?"

Bricteva had returned to the tavern after hearing the hurried footsteps of her fleeing customers. Standing only a few meters away from where Igor sat, her brows creased. The single nose hair she had danced from the hot air being blown. It was akin to a palm tree being assaulted by wind. Saying nothing, she grabbed a mop stick and slowly inched towards Igor who backed her.

"Hey, Wallace. I will finish the drink if you keep on sleeping. Are you sure you don't want some?" Igor asked as he poked Wallace's face.

Despite only opening the bottle less than a minute ago, he had drank more than half its contents. And, his brown eyes didn't have a shade of cloud in them.

"Hey, Wallace. I will really finish the—"

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands, Igor! You smell damn it! Can't you smell—?"

Before Wallace could finish his statement, he saw Igor duck his head. Before he could comprehend what was happening, a mop stick smacked the side of his head. Sending him spiraling to the dusty floor of the tavern.

"Igor! How many times have I told you to never step foot into the tavern? Look at what you made me do? I'm gonna skin you alive," Bricteva said.

However, just as she finished her statement, Igor threw himself through the opened window. Naturally, he did not forget to take his drink along with him. Under the silver moonlight, all Bricteva could see was Igor racing down the street while clenching his sagging pants. She didn't bother to give chase, instead; she focused on Wallace who frothed on the floor.

"Laddie, I didn't hit you that hard. Stop exaggerating. Are you doing this because your rent is almost up again?" Bricteva said as she assisted Wallace back to his seat.

"I demand compensation. I could have lost an eye, or worse still, you could have killed me. Don't you know how fragile my body is? I haven't even take into account the psychological—"

"That's enough, laddie. You can stay here for another week," Bricteva interjected.

"With free meals and drinks included?" Wallace said while he rubbed the side of his head.

"Don't push it, laddie. If you want those, too, I will really break your head or pluck out your eye. So, what do ya say?" Bricteva said, donning a sly smile.

"Please take care of me for the next week." Wallace coughed dryly as he slowly scratched the back of his head. 

Saying nothing further, Bricteva hurried to counter, before lighting several incense candles. Within seconds, its flowery essence filled the tavern's interior. Less than five minutes later, the tavern goers who had fled earlier returned in their droves. From their coordinated exit and entry, it wasn't the first time something like that had happened. Within thirty minutes, the joyous mood within the tavern had returned.

'What am I going to do with my life now? I can't continue to stay in Dratol unless I can find Erik Gilmore. But, is that even possible? Nobody seems to know anything about him. If I stay here, there is the possibility I would run into Adam. I want nothing to do with that guy. Should I return to Wazar Region? No. I can't return to that dump. Or, should I go to a place no one will find me?' Wallace thought.

With a bottle of rum before him, he slowly buried his sorrow in its embrace.

"Hey, Wallace. Leave a little for me, okay?"

Before Wallace could respond to the whisper, a thick smell assaulted his nose. No one needed to tell him the identity of the person who whispered.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? Are you—?"

"Keep your voice down, Wallace. Do you want Bricteva to know I came back?" Igor said.

He peeped through the window, observing his immediate surroundings like a sneaky rat about to steal some food.

'Why do you think I was shouting? Of course I want Bricteva to chase you away again. I will use all my power to shout,' Wallace mused.

"Get the hell away from—"

"If you chase me away, I won't tell you what I heard about Erik Gilmore," Igor interjected.

At that moment, however, the entire tavern goers had their gaze on Wallace. They all wondered why he shouted earlier, stopping mid-sentence. Since Igor had hidden himself, none of them knew he was responsible for Wallace's outburst.

'How the hell does this bastard know about Erik Gilmore? We have discussed nothing about it.'

Just as this thought filled Wallace's mind, Igor's whisper reached him again, "Leave half of the rum for me, or I won't tell you what I know. You talk a lot in your sleep you know? Well, what do you say?"

"Oi, Wallace. Why did you shout earlier? Is something bordering you?" Bricteva asked. Just like her, the others also wanted to know what happened to him.

Saying nothing, Wallace rose to his feet while holding his drink. Downing four mouthful in quick succession, he threw the bottle out the window, "I feel fucking fantastic! You ugly mugs are lucky to have someone as dazzling as me in your presence. I'm fucking Wallace Golding!" Wallace said as he puffed his chest and flexed his muscles.

Silence greeted his words, however, it only lasted for a moment. A split second later, euphoric laughter reverberated within the tavern.

"He is fucking wasted!"

"Hahaha... Wallace! Wallace! Wallace!"

"Wallace, honey. Do you need me to make you feel more powerful tonight? I'll give you a special deal, hon."

While the tavern goers cheered him on, Wallace made his way towards the exit in exaggerated steps.

A few minutes later, Wallace stood at a secluded spot at the back of the tavern. His nose flared up as he stared at Igor who lay on the floor while whispering sweet nothing to the now empty bottle he threw out earlier.

'Am I insane for believing this bastard? If he knows nothing, I will teach him a good lesson today.'

Slowly rolling up his sleeves, Wallace gave Igor a sweet kick on his behind.

"How dare you? Did you trick me? Tell me all you know about Erik Gilmore now!" Wallace demand.

"Huh? Erik Gilmore? Who is that? Who are you again? Bricteva's tavern is the other way. Don't disturb me anymore, I need to sleep."

Saying nothing further, Igor slowly lay on the floor. Wallace's body trembled as he watched Igor giggle and whisper to the bottle like a lover.

"Get the fuck up, Igor!" Wallace shouted as he kicked Igor for a second time.

"Hey! What was that for? You could have—"

"Shut up, Igor! Give me my damn rum back. It's obvious you know nothing. If you don't have the money for it, I will sell you to a brothel."

For a moment, Igor and Wallace stared at each other. A few seconds later, their laughter punctuated the silence.

"What kind of threat is that? I would have sold myself to a brothel if that was possible. Hahaha," Igor said as he rolled on the ground.

Meanwhile, Wallace said nothing. Caught up in the moment, he didn't know when he said that.

"Igor, seriously, do you have any information regarding Erik Gilmore? I really need to find him. If I can't find him, I'm fucked," Wallace said as he lighted a pipe.

Taking two deep breaths, he exhaled the white smoke from his nostrils.

"Can you tell me why you are looking for him? Is someone after your life?"

Despite Igor replying with a question, Wallace's countenance didn't change. Perhaps due to the influence of the intoxicants in his body, Wallace slowly recounted his experience since his first encounter with Adam.

"You see why I have to find him. I can't live a life constantly looking over my shoulder. If the gold hadn't tempted me in the first place, I wouldn't be in this mess. So, what do you know, Igor? Please tell me what you know. I'll treat you to something nice if your information is useful to me. So, what do you say?" Wallace said.

However, Igor said nothing. He couldn't meet Wallace's eyes, while he clutched the empty bottle.

'It seems he lied to get a drink,' Wallace thought as he sighed.

"It's all right if you don't know, Igor. I can't really blame you. I wish I could find those slimy pickpockets. Those bastards deserve to have their dicks chopped. Ahaha, what the fuck am I going to do with my life?" Wallace said.

Absentmindedly, his eyes lingered on the crescent moon.

"You can't remember what happened in the flying ark? Are you sure about that?" Igor asked.

His words brought Wallace back to reality.

"Huh? Yeah, I guess. That bastard probably did something to me. It's not like I can't remember the entire journey, just some minor aspects," Wallace said.

Dumping the ash from the pipe on the ground, Wallace sprinkled water on it from a nearby barrel before returning the pipe.

"See you later, Igor. Tonight might be my last—"

"Where are you going? I thought you wanted to meet Erik Gilmore?"

Wallace paused in his steps as he heard Igor's words.

'Wait a minute, could he actually be…'

With different thoughts in his mind, Wallace slowly turned his head to meet Igor's dazzling smile.

"Are you Erik Gilmore?" Wallace asked. Rather, he prayed it was Igor's pseudonym.

"Of course not. Do I look like I enjoy that kind of games?" Igor retorted.

His words doused the flickering flames of hope in Wallace's heart.

"Why do you look so depressed? You have met Erik Gilmore already," Igor added.

"Huh? When? What do you mean?" Wallace asked.

He genuinely had no inkling of what Igor talked about.

"You said you visited some information brokers, right?" Igor asked.

With a nod, Wallace affirmed his words.

"Then, that means you have met him already," Igor said as he smacked the left side of his right knee.

'Huh? What the hell is he talking about?' Wallace thought.

"Don't worry, it will all make sense once we drink over a few bottles. Come, come... let's go drink in the tavern," Igor said.

Within seconds, he rose to his feet before walking towards Wallace.

"Do you think this is a joke? I could lose my life here you drunk. Forget it."

Saying nothing further, Wallace made his way to the tavern. He couldn't believe he hoped Igor knew something.

'Why is it so quiet? Did Igor sneak in through the window again?' Wallace thought as he neared the tavern's door. Turning his head, his eyes fell on Igor's whimsical smile.

'If this smelling bastard is here, then what's happening? Wait, did the tax man come?' 

Apart from the tax collector and Igor, Wallace didn't know any other person capable to killing the joyous atmosphere in a tavern.

Engrossed in his thoughts, Wallace pushed open the tavern's door. At that moment, he paused in his tracks. Because, the tables and chairs which had covered the length of the room had disappeared.

He could only see a single set, one he had never seen before. He couldn't see the regulars he had formed acquaintances with. Instead, he could only see the back of a figure dressed in an unfamiliar all black uniform.

'Where did everyone go? Who is the guy with the white hair?'

Just as this thought filled Wallace's mind, the figure turned his head. At that moment, Wallace's mouth dropped.

Before he could say anything, a family voice reached him, "Captain, it's been a while. Why do you look so surprised to see me? Come. Have a seat. We have much to discuss."

"Boss... Boss Adam, it's good to see you."

Swallowing hard, Wallace slowly made his way towards Adam. Before he took his first step, he searched for Igor, however, he couldn't see the smiling hobo.

The moment he took the only seat left, the door behind the counter opened, and a male and female existed.

"Welcome Adam, I have been expecting you. My name is Bricteva Moore. And this is my partner, Igor la Penne. You can also call me Gilmore, and him Erik. Forgive us for not attending to you sooner."

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Author's Thoughts
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Hi, Mrdojo here.

It's been a while since the last chapter. I'm sorry for the delay, but I've not been a hundred percent for a while now. I was serious Ill. Thank God I'm getting better now.

Do have a great day and take care of your health.

Mrdojo.

“They lurk within the darkness, waiting, ever so patiently. They are in You and I. No matter how much we try, we can’t get rid of them. Or so they thought.”

Are humans the only beings occupying the world? What if the world we call home is only a tiny fraction of the what he can see? What lies beyond what we can see? What do we seek in this place that is beyond our reach, and how do we get to this Outworld?


Rated R. Be warned.
Book 1 of the OUTWORLD series.

I don't own the image used for the cover of this novel.

Here is a link to the discord serve for the novel https://discord.gg/zUm5yDA

Hey, It's been awhile but here's chapter 6.

Ahh chapter 6.

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Chapter 6: Fuck you, I bet I'm the only one who hasn't.


       I stood on the cracked sidewalk in front of my house. I'm waiting in the rain for my late dumb friends. I'm dressed in uggs, jeans, and a white nike sweatshirt. I shake my head at the brown stain on it from Tyler spilling his chocolate milk on me. 

I pull my hood over my head to stop my hair from getting wet.  My eyes dart to the loud motorcycle speeding down the street.  It comes to a stop in front of MY HOUSE. 

A tall muscular boy hops off a helmet covering his face. He pulls it off running his hands through his curly brown hair. 

Yup you guessed it.Dillion McDaniel standing in front of my soaked body. It may be raining but somehow he still looks amazingly hot. 

"Umm what are you doing here?" I question this obnoxious boy in front of me.

I cross my arms and stare at him. "Don't worry about it and get on the damn bike."

I shake my head. "Your insane if you think I'm getting on that death machine."

He groaned glaring at me. "Fine, you can just walk to school."

I huff. Fine. He wants to play that way. I start walking down the street getting farther and farther away. 3, 2, 1. 

"Come on I was kidding." I hear behind me. 

I continue walking. Footsteps heard behind me.  Dillion appears beside me. 

"Well I can't let you walk by yourself can I?"

I don't respond. A chill goes through my body. The rain is freezing. Why can't we have warm rain? Why does it have to be cold? 

I jump as I feel a jacket being put on my shoulders and a arm sneaking around my waist. I try to pull away but the warmth pulled me back in. I place my hand on his hand that is on my stomach. I reach farther up realizing that his arm is totally bare.

I shake my head. "Take your jacket back you'll freeze."

He laughs. "Babe, I'll be fine."

I don't answer. I'm too cold to argue with him about calling me babe.

He looks down at me. "Let's play 20 questions." 

I groaned and flung my head up to the sky. Raindrops running down my face. "Right now? Really?"

He laughs. "Yes right now. I'll start what's  your favorite color?"

"Easy, blue. But not just any blue I like really like blue like lighter than the sky."

Dillion smirks at my words. "So you like my eyes?" He finds my gaze and holds it.  I really do just like the color blue but his eyes are different they are sometimes cold a really dark blue but then you get the moments when they are lighter than the sky. Ugh Charlie you can't stand this guy remember.  

I break the gaze and suddenly find the sidewalk very interesting.  

But a few seconds later I stare back at him. " Hey it's my turn to ask a question. Soooo." I stand there for a second like I'm coming up with a question. I scrunch my face up in annoyance but I soon changed into a smile.  "What your favorite color?"

Dillion rolled his eyes. "Seriously it took you twenty minutes to come up with the same exact question I asked you?"

" I'm not gonna answer that because you didn't answer my question?"

"Fine fine it's Green."

"What kind of green because green can be very ugly?"

"Nope I'm not answering that it was my turn."

"No it wasn't you didn't fully answer my question?"

"Whatever, dark green."

I smiled. "Thank you."

He shook his head. "Okay what's your favorite tv show."

I laugh. "Gilmore girls duh." Gilmore girls is the best who doesn't love Gilmore girls.

"I hate that show." Well apparently he does.

"Have you ever watched that show?"

He gives me the look. " Yes with Olivia and I hate it."

I take his hand off my waist. "We can't be friends unless you agree to watch it with me tonight. We can have a marathon."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yesssss." I started poking him. "I won't stop until you agreeee."

"Fine fine just stop poking." He puts his arms back around my waist.

We continue walking me with a satisfied smile plastered on my face. My heads shifts up towards his face. "You can come over maybe around-you know what just walk me home after soccer practice."I smile. "Considering I'm now on your team now."

"That works but if we don't walk faster we are gonna be late even though it doesn't bother me I know it will you." I look at the time on my phone and we only have 10 minutes to be in home room.

We walk up to the front entrance of the school 5 minutes later. I feel eyes burning holes in my back as we walk. Can people mind there own business i mean seriously get a life. 

"Dill." a high pitched voice says from behind us. I go to turn around but Dillion keeps walking.

"So now you are going to ignore me." The annoying voice continues.

We are suddenly stopped by a 5 foot 7 figure in heels and scrappy clothing. "Come on dill come with me to the janitors closet." She looks over at me with disgust. "Did you get a free granny outfit with your granny panties?"

I roll my eyes at the terrible insult. "Do your clothing come with a free STD shot."

I hear Dillion snort beside me. She scoffs. "Fuck you."

I step closer to her. "Fuck you? I bet I'm the only one who hasn't."

She growls and turns on her heel storming down the hallway. 

That's Peyton Hooker for you. Fine her last name isn't actually hooker it's hookerson but close enough right. And yeah it's very cliche but she the queen bee, slutty princess whatever you want to call her. But I hate her and so does everyone else. 

"Charlie, Charlie, CHARLOTTE." 

I snap out of my thoughts at the use of my full name. I turn to who said it. And the face that matches the voice is Dillion's. "What do you want?" I ask annoyed.

He shrugs and walks away leaving me alone in the middle of the empty hallway. I hear the late bell ring and mentally curse at myself and Dillion.

I walk into my first period class. Dillion isn't anywhere to be seen. But I just saw him walk down the hallway a couple minutes ago. 

I take my seat at the empty seat in the back of the class taking out my book, Wuthering Heights.  

I hear the seat next to me screech. I look up but Dillion's not there. "Easton?"

He face turns into a pout. "What happened to Romeo?"

The seat to my right starts to screech. I look over. "Red."

I throw my hands up to the sky. "Why God why?"

Every single head turns my way. A blush starts to form on my cheeks. 

"Your not happy to see me CJ?" Easton asked still pouting.

I give him a stare. "CJ?"

He points to my book. "Charlotte James Devlin." He gives me a quizzical look. "Charlotte James. CJ. Doesn't anyone call you that?"

Well maybe someone. But he doesn't need to know.

I shake my head. "No." I place my book mark in my now finished book. "Not a single person alive on this planet."

I feel a pair of eyes trained on the back of my head. My butt does a 180 in my chair to look at Dillion. "You walked down the hallway at least 3 minutes before my why were you late?"

He shrugs. "Don't you wanna know?"

"Um yeah that's why I asked."

"Whatever."

The teacher finally walks. "Alright Class lets get started."

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The whole class Easton kept trying to step on my foot. Yes stomping on my foot. I had to keep moving my foot on spot to the other. 

Not only that he turned everything into a sexual innuendo. And Dillion egged him on. By the end of the class I wanted to strangle both boys to death.

Right Now I am eating my delicious grilled cheeses that are full of butter at my lunch table with crew. 

"So Maddie how's does it feel to be the captain of the girls team?" I asked taking apart my grilled cheese.

Her face beamed. "I'm so excited."

I smile back at her. "I'm excited for you too." 

I turn and slap Dillion's hand. "Don't even think about it."

Dallas looks at Dillion. "Trust me bro she doesn't play when it comes to food."

Caroline snorts. "Ya think usually I give her my food but one day I decided to actual eat it and she didn't talk to me for 3 days."

I roll my eyes. "It wasn't 3 days. Maybe 3 hours but not 3 days."

She shakes her head. "Nope! It was three days."

I look over at Evan but he turns away. I scoff. "Huh."

I go to grab my grilled cheese but it's gone. Dillion face is stuffed with MY grilled cheese. 

"You owe me another one."

"I'll make you one tonight plus my are way better."

Line looks over at me when he says tonight. I mouth tell you later.

She shakes her head. I turn to Dillion. "Make it three."

"Okay."
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I know this one was short but it's just a filler I guess. That's it for now.

Charlotte (Charlie) James Devlin also known as CJ is a senior in high school. Her life is based on Soccer, good grades, and getting into a college on a soccer scholarship . Her best friend Caroline(Liner)Reilly is the only girl she can stand being around. Charlie doesn't give a care in the world about boys but that all changes when she meets Dillon McDaniel.

Dillion McDaniel
Dillion  is your typical player. He has a motorcycle, leather jacket, and one extra helmet. Everyone's surprised when he comes home with a ...... Girl on his bike...... even though he has a new girl every day he is never going to let this one get away.

Will Charlie change the way Dillion sees girls or will he treat her like he treats every other girl he's been with?

Unknown Territory, unknown city, a grand palace that stretched towards the peak, overreaching the clouds, and even the visible mountains in the surrounding scenery became small in front of its majestic presence.
The top floor stretched to three sides like a triangle, and it gleamed, seemingly made of Peak-Level Spirit Stones and other High-Level Emperor Grade materials that supported its durability. The spirit stones were adorned on the outer surface for a few floors downwards before it was no longer used, but it still seemed overbearing enough as millions of spirit stones were seemed to be used on the few floors of this structure alone!
The people passing by stopped to witness its glory before giving a deep bow, some even kowtowing before moving on, giving the feeling that it was a sacred palace. However, the people passing by all possessed similar robes that displayed the same emblem. It was as if they were part of the same organization.
Given the nature of their robes that possessed different colors, it came to be known that there were three different factions within this particular organization.
There was the main hall in the sacred palace with numerous cultivation objects like censers that burned incense, vases, statues of grand men, and flags that carried three different emblems, and in each of these flags were characters that described its origin.
[Gilmore]
[Metaxas]
[Yantra]
In the middle of each of these flags were grand doors made of spirit stones. These three doors led to three separate halls, which seemed to be designated to these three names, three families.
That's right! This place was none other than the Ancestral Hall of the Flowing Mist Sect. The giant statues of these grand men were the previous Ancestors who led the Flowing Mist Sect.
In the door leading to the Gilmore Family's Ancestral Hall, there were two figures present inside. They sat in front of each other, and in the middle was a small square table that held a game board that appeared similar to Go. There were numerous black and white pieces on the board.
A man who wore elegant yet rich white robes and appeared old stretched out his hand before a white piece appeared on the tip of his index finger. He placed it in a particular place on the board before a wide smile appeared on his face.
"With this move of mine, I have conquered your territory, Ancestor Hiden."
A youth chuckled. He possessed gentle eyes, a medium-sized nose, and lips. His lush black hair stretched till his neck, and he wore a magnificent black robe. He had a candid expression on his face. 
However, his lips curved into a devious smile.
The next moment, the pieces on the board changed places on the tiles before it seemed like he was the one who possessed the advantage. In a way, the game was over.
The old man rubbed his white goatee before he laughingly shook his head, "Are you kidding me? Did you stack another cryptic layer of illusion on top of those thousand varied layers of hidden illusions?"
The old man didn't wait for his answer but sighed, "You have once again improved your skill in illusions, Hiden. It's only a matter of time before you reach Level Three Abstruse Intent in Illusion Laws."
The youth called Hiden clasped his hands in respect and humility, "I still have a long way to go, master."
"Aiya! Could you stop calling me master already? We're both Ancestors but belong to different factions. If our people still see you calling me master, they would think that you're still my disciple or slave." The old man appeared to be distressed.
"Master, even after you pass away, I'll still call myself as your disciple."
"Don't be sentimental. I just didn't want the Flowing Mist Sect to decline at that time, so after your Gilmore Family's Ancestor was killed in the fight for Tripartite Alliance's resources, I took you in for your genius talent and groomed you to be the next Ancestor of the Gilmore Family."
"In fact, I owed your family's Ancestor, so don't call me master anymore. I merely returned the debt I incurred."
"Yes, master Ancestor Larzen Metaxas!" Ancestor Hiden Gilmore replied, making the old man ruefully sigh.
He didn't know how many times he had this conversation before, but to people who trained in illusions, a repeat of a scenario, experiencing deja vu was commonplace that they didn't feel bothered or annoyed by it most of the time.
"Then, so what is that brat who likes to act as an emperor doing again?" Ancestor Larzen Metaxas's voice suddenly became cold.
Ancestor Hiden Gilmore appeared annoyed as if sharing the same sentiment as Ancestor Larzen Metaxas, "He stupidly provoked the Alstreim Family again, so he had secluded himself in his room, not daring to come out after he seemed to have failed in the negotiations with Dian Alstreim." 
Ancestor Larzen Metaxas snorted, "Hmph! Not only did he instigate a rebellion within the Alstreim Family's Territory, he even planned an internal uprising only to fail and have their legacy artifact, one of our Flowing Mist Sect's legacy artifacts, taken in the end!"
"This is an utter disgrace for our Flowing Mist Sect!" he gritted his teeth.
Ancestor Hiden Gilmore added, "Rumors have it that he almost succeeded if it weren't for that youth known as Alchemist Davis, who is directly connected with that character known as Isabella, also known as the Conferred Queen of the Ethren Empire, and the Dragon Queen of the Alstreim Family."
"Dragon Queen..." Ancestor Larzen Metaxas wryly smiled, "What a grand title..."
"The Alstreim Family isn't even worthy of conferring such a title. Aren't they afraid of incurring the wrath of the true dragon families?" Ancestor Hiden Gilmore couldn't help but ask before he answered his own question.
"Well, I did hear that the Dragon Queen Isabella managed to drive the Aqua Flood Dragon away with just her bloodline, so I muse that she at least garnered their acceptance, not to mention their attention one way or another, but perhaps the distance is too long; they're reluctant to carry their legs to the Alstreim Family Territory to see the person with their own eyes?"
"Unlikely," Ancestor Larzen Metaxas replied, "Their speed is such that they would arrive within a week despite the long distance. They likely know who she is already and doesn't dare to touch her even though she is so far away."
"But... The All-Seeing Towers didn't have such a single piece of valid information with them about Dragon Queen Isabella..." Ancestor Hiden Gilmore couldn't help but disagree.
The All-Seeing Towers had never failed them in terms of gaining information, and yet, when it came to Isabella, her origin seemed to be a void that couldn't be filled in no matter how one investigated.
Ancestor Larzen Metaxas shook his head, "The All-Seeing Towers isn't omnipotent. They collect information by investigating various people, use other methods before they sell the collected information. They don't use might to collect information but use information collecting skills, wealth, and influence. So, unless their Ninth Stage Powerhouses move out, don't ever think that they would be able to figure out Dragon Queen Isabella's origin anytime soon."
Ancestor Hiden Gilmore couldn't help but feel that it makes sense. The dragon families were overbearing, prideful, and egotistic that they would act as their hearts willed, not caring about the consequences they would face as they have the confidence to squash any trouble that came their way. At least, it was true for the four great dragon families.
"But they did confirm that brat Alchemist Davis had played an unknown yet huge role in the discovery of Faragin Yantra." 
"Isn't that why we put down such a request?" Ancestor Larzen Metaxas smiled, his wide lips appearing ugly.
Ancestor Hiden Gilmore solemnly nodded his head, "Alchemist Davis shouldn't survive after humiliating our Flowing Mist Sect like that, and even if he didn't, he deserves to die because if it weren't for the Dragon Queen's Protector, the plot of rebellion wouldn't have been revealed so soon. Because of him, we have failed to obtain anything of gain but had to negotiate with the Alstreim Family to release the Yantra Family's Elders."
"As for Ancestor Elizar Yantra, he went too far in provoking the Alstreim Family as well as the Dragon Queen. If things had progressed to this point without our consent, we could only have Alchemist Davis die and have Elizar take the blame for it."
Ancestor Larzen Metaxas smilingly nodded, "This way, our Flowing Alchemist Sect would finally get rid of a nuisance with the Dragon Queen's unintentional help. I have held back all this while for the good of the Flowing Mist Sect, but since that brat seemed to have already pulled in a calamity, I'll help him pull it along until he gets tangled in it before sending him off to be beheaded."
Ancestor Hiden Gilmore also smiled, "The Yantra Family has always been overbearing and secretive in their way of doing things, even though they are the youngest family out of the three of us. It's time we showed them that the Metaxas and Gilmore Family are the ones in charge of the Flowing Mist Sect."
"That's right. What's done is done, and it can't be taken back anymore. Now, we just sit back and enjoy another round of-"
Ancestor Larzen Metaxas abruptly became silent before he glanced at the door, his gaze piercing through before he saw a specific undulation being transmitted to him by a particular person. He stood and up and disappeared from the place under Ancestor Hiden Gilmore's gaze. However, the latter didn't seem to be taken aback and patiently waited.
After a few seconds, Ancestor Larzen Metaxas reappeared, but there was a letter in his hand. On the letter was the emblem of the skull-like coiling dragon.
"As expected, we can leave it to the number one assassination organization of the Nine Eastern Territories to do their job..." Ancestor Hiden Gilmore coldly laughed.
Ancestor Larzen Metaxas reciprocated with a cryptic laugh before he saw down, opening the letter with a bit of excitement, "I can't believe this single piece of letter determines the fate of the Yantra Family. Let us see... Mhm!?"
His expression froze as he read the contents.
"Failed!?"
"What!?" Ancestor Hiden Gilmore stood up in shock.
"Two Law Sea Stage Experts... one dead, almost killed in an instant while the other was taken away alive but had his soul damaged, essentially making him retarded."
"How!???" Ancestor Hiden Gilmore echoed in disbelief.
There were two Law Sea Stage Experts attacking a Seventh Stage Expert at best! There was no way Alchemist Davis would be able to survive their ambush, much less if they self-destructed before they died. These assassins were known to be ruthless after all, never failing to kill their target once accepted!


Tian Long, an orphan without much of a life in both his thirty year long life and lifespan!
To him, a single opportunity was displayed to transmigrate into another world with his Death Book!
"What's this? Is this the body of a three year old? Davis? Is this my name from now on?"
Finding himself possessing a small child, he becomes inwardly conflicted before he faces the truth and his reality! 
Young Davis finds himself as the legal heir, the Crown Prince of the Loret Empire in the Grand Sea Continent, becoming a powerful cultivator in a short time...
However, is that all?
Follow his journey as Young Davis becomes a full fledged death's advocate while embodying into the Divine Emperor of Death in the world of cultivation!
"Mn? The route to become the Emperor is a given? Nah, I still don't want it..."
"Oh? I'm courting death you say? Unfortunately for you, death is already my woman..."

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"Captain Gilmore." Snow had burst into the central control room. She strutted in with confidence and stared at him with a fierce gaze. 

Captain Gilmore froze, looking at Snow. his face turned white, confused on what was going on. 

"Where is Larsen?" Captain Gilmore asked slowly, trying to figure out what was going on.
Snow snorted, crossing her hand. "Dead." 

She was glad that Larsen was gone, did he deserve to die as a person? No, but the cause of his actions had ended his life. The only thing she could control was her own actions.

Larsen's weight lifted a bit of pressure on her shoulder, but Captain Gilmore was a different story. She hardened her heart, knowing full well that he was the one who still gave out the actions to put her inside the tube to fuel the ship. She was grateful for the chance to continue to grow, thriving in extreme circumstances and becoming stronger than before, but she despised him for limiting her choice. What bothered her was the threat behind it by Larsen and the 
Captain Gilmore for allowing it. 

"What do you mean, dead?"

"Exactly what I meant. He's dead." 

"How?" Captain gripped his chair, leaning forward as if he wanted to get closer, even though there was a cold barrier between the two. Any further, Captain Gilmore would have fallen off his seat. 

"He tried to kill me, and in return, retribution was served," said Snow. "With that being said, I came to warn you that if you try to kill me or threaten me again, you will regret it." 

Captain Gilmore snorted, not believing her. 

"You don't believe me?"

"You are just a battery pack for this ship. What can a battery do?"

Snow stood up straight, raising her head. A smile creeps on her lips, becoming wider and wider as she gracefully speaks. Shifting from one leg to another, she crossed her fingers together in front of her in a lady-like manner. 

With a sudden pull of magic power, she pulled in as much magical power around her as she felt her magical power lingering in the very ship. It didn't take much for her to pull the magic inside the ship to follow her will. 

A powerful jerk pulled the ship to the side, throwing most people onto their knees or falling out of their chair. The ship thruster engaged in full power, launching the ship forward even faster than before. 

"What?!" Captain Gilmore was flabbergasted in what was happening. "Why is the ship going out of control? Someone give me a status?"

"Captain! The ship's A.I is not responding, someone has taken full control!" 

Captain Gilmore snapped towards Snow, "Are you doing this?"

Snow stood in place, she smiled without answering. 

Captain Gilmore slammed his fist, his face was turning red. "Why are you doing this?!"

"Why not?" 

"Because this is my ship!"

Snow snorted, breaking out into laughter. She threw back her head, almost crying from laughing too hard. Captain Gilmore was unable to say anything, looking at her as if she was crazy. 
Eventually, Snow stopped, pushing back her white hair. She took a deep breath, giving him a brilliant smile that seemed to bring chills to everyone who saw her. "This is my ship now." 

"You can't do this." 

"Yes, I can." Snow turned around, leaving behind Captain Gilmore, who was screaming in anger. He got up to chase her down, but before he could get to her, the door slammed in his face, locking him inside the room. 

Snow didn't glance back once. Her hand releasing and gripping by her side, becoming a bit shaky. She reached over to calm her hand and continued walking without looking back. 

"I'm going to go raid some drinks and some food." Mike responded, "I'll see you guys at the main deck, and we can throw a party?"

"Sure." Dairen had said, "I'll go round up the team."

Both Dairen and Mike split ways, leaving Snow alone. She had steadily walked through the winding corridors without much of a purpose. Walking to clear her mind and even trying to figure out what she should do in the next few days. 

Eventually, her feet took her to the main deck, where she saw a handful of Players, running around setting up. They waved at her and even excitedly shook her hands, but didn't stay long. 
Snow found herself a seat, next to the wide window. It was divided away from the main room, keeping herself separate from the others.

Staring out into the very dark sky, she could barely see anything but the stars because of the blaring light. With a wave of her hand, the magical energy lowered the brightness, allowing her to see a bit better out in the endless darkness that kept her company. 

She didn't mind the silence of her mind, just spacing out into nothingness as she lived in the moment. There were too many things to think about and too little things of importance that crossed her mind like a wave that crashed into her brain endlessly. 

A battle that she had to deal with every step of the way. The battle of the mind was fiercer than the physical battles that she had to go through. Every step, every path, and choices she took, the monsters in her mind didn't want to let her go. It raised its whips, its daggers, and claws, fighting her to the brink of pain, and other times the subtle messages of the darkness steered her without realizing it.

It wasn't that she was neglecting her duty, it was more so that she was cleansing her mind from all the build-up of stress that could kill her any moment than the physical dangers of the living world. As it was a silent killer that crept up. 

She believed that her physical body needed to be tempered continuously, getting stronger and stronger. But she also worked on her mental mindset as it was just as important as her physical self. The more negative and destructive it became, it became harder for her to control the fickleness of the light and dive easier into the darkness of her own self-hatred and loathing cycle. 

But that was not all, she knew that the connection with her divine was just as important as it fueled her powers as it was not just her own. The ability to connect with the world was deep; her mind, body, and spirit were in an endless peace of beginning while she was meditating in her seat. 

At first, it took a while to drone out the sound that would rattle her mind and body. Intrusive thoughts that wouldn't let her go and became loud blaring trumpets of emotional unrest that would not leave her alone. She had to detach herself, allowing her to grasp her raging inferno of a mind that wouldn't listen to her. 

She floated in the present, living in the moment as she felt peace in herself. 

Suddenly, someone came running in loudly. 

"Snow!" Angie shouted; she stopped in front of her. Looking at her with a doe-eyed expression that seems to scream-- pet me. 

Snow frowned, opening her eyes slowly to see Angie jumping up and down. With a grab of her hand, Angie pulled her out of her temporary daze. 

Angie hurriedly said, "Come on."

They left the division, entering into a dark room. 

Out of nowhere, the lights turned on bright. While popping the sound of confetti's and yells of congratulations, echoing all around her.

"Welcome, Snow to Gold Phoenix!" The Players cheered, waving their hands. Many clapped, ushering her over towards the center. 

"Um, what?" Snow was confused. She thought they were going to have a party, not a welcoming party.

"We just wanted to welcome you in, have a birthday party at the same time," said Mike coyly. He had on a party hat with a plate full of food—almost half pushing the food into her hands when he came over to hug her. 

Snow raised up the plate, trying not to get it spilled all over her dress. She was squeezed by Mike. He leaned over to give her a light peck on her cheek while smiling wildly with pride at the new addition to the team. 

"A toast to a new member!" Mike raised up his drink. "And Happy Birthday, Snow!"
Everyone raised up there, shouting in unison. "To Snow."

The hustle and bustling of magic swirled around her, lighting up the place with a glow of light magic. She felt a warm tingle of their kind gesture and welcoming that a slight tear slipped down her face. 

"Thanks, guys." Snow raised her us, taking a deep drink. The bittersweetness of the drink, rushed down her throat, becoming a warmth that spread throughout her body. 

It has been a while since she had drunk something this sweet. The last time she drank was the night at the club, and after that, she didn't have time to take on a few pleasures. 

The hustle and bustle of her guildmates surrounded her: many congratulating her, while quite a few squealing for an autograph. 

She was swept away by the cheerful mood that her guildmates had given her, making it quite a memorable night. Her mind was slightly foggy, but she didn't mind. In all honesty, she loved it. 
Partying in the dungeon was a strange event, but it was an unforgettable memory she would never forget. 

A genuine smile slipped on her lips, radiating the energy of light glowed around her, giving her a soft angelic look. 

Snow never thought she would ever have an Alien Invasion ever happening to her in her lifetime. It didn’t make sense, until she learned that they were more than just an Alien invader. When the Gods called in help from a different world called Earth, they brought in Alien’s called Earthlings, who were dubbed the “Players” to combat against the dark forces that appeared upon her homeland. As a receptionist for a hunter community, Snow must deal with the ever growing bickering of the Hunters and now the Players in her daily life as she balances out her own. Can she do it? Of course, she just needs to calmly welcome them in with a warm smile and beautiful bow. 
    Snap. Crackle. Pop. Get back in line, damn Players and Hunters!

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