Finally, after searching for two years a man named Mason Sierra and his crew, find the notorious Copper Cave. Treasurer of Casper Venturi. But 1st they must "Tie-up-loose-ends." To keep the treasure for themselves. 

Important setting info: Alice is not in this story at all (I love their cannon relationship way too much to have her in the story). Also, Bella and Edward and Renesmee are in the story but they live on their own so they may not appear often, this is because Edwards's ability would spoil too much too quickly. Werewolves are friends, despite there being two packs now (Jacob, Seth, Leah, and Sam with the rest of the wolves, Billy Black still acts as the guiding force for both groups)
Little about me: I am 20 years old and studying to be an English teacher. My name is Sasha Boileau and this is my first fan-fiction. I am the author of a few novels but will be testing my hand at this type of writing and style. As a huge fan of Twilight and it's characters I have read quite a few fan-fics on Wattpad that I enjoyed and felt inspired to write my own. I was then contacted about becoming a writer on this app and accepted. Due to this being a leisurely activity for me (rather than the books I need to write and edit for income) I won't be editing this as much for grammar or punctuation as I normally otherwise would.
 Also: TRIGGER WARNING IN ADVANCE
This story will cover graphic and triggering themes like ****, sex/species slavery, etc. It is very important for readers to take care of their mental health, I will try to put a symbol of some sort before and after any triggering topics/flashbacks. Things that are portrayed as normal but are definitely not safe or healthy are going to show up, toxic thoughts and traits are going to show up, also recover is sped up (this is a romance and not reality). I mention this because real people have been abducted and forced into some of the cruelest real scenarios in our world. This book is not downplaying those situations or people- this is a fiction piece that deals with themes of sex slavery and it is not meant to represent or compare to the struggles of real people who may have actually went through the unthinkable. 

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She was only 14 when they took her away, killed her family, sold her for a debt her father once accumulated. Now, 19, she finds herself sold to a fellow human, Konaka knows it's her chance to escape but first she needs to play his game, learn what she can of her new town, before figuring out a way to escape slavery forever. 

He has gained much more control over his thirst but in its absence, a different longing grew. Jasper was happy for his family, all of them have found love, but his ability to feel their bonds make him long for that feeling for himself. He knows it's better if no one understands his pain if no one understands the scars his past gave him- but even so, a part of him wishes.

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 Jiang Cheng a screenwriter is reincarnated to 2001, into the seventeen-year-old body of another Jiang Cheng.
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Zhang Xiaohua was a washed-up artist who tragically passed away in a car accident after heroically saving a child’s life. After his death, Zhang Xiaohua’s soul was transmigrated into a parallel universe where the entertainment industry has become sluggish. 

With a group of small musicians, memories and just his wits about him, he is forced to create something for himself in his new environment, working hard to sustain himself and his mother, while also trying to regain control of his father's company.

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"What took you so long?" Callea complained as Deive get off the car. "I am bored here waiting for you."

Torque left with Marina and Luna for a joy ride. Her cousin wanted her friends to go someplace else. While she was left at Villa Celesta alone. She also wanted to leave the villa for a while and see new sights. It has been a long time since she left Nagcarlan. Her destination was always Villa Celesta and the mansion. It was starting to become a bore. But she wanted a place that has no people around. She just wanted the view and nature.

"Do you want to attend a cosplay event?"

"Cosplay?" She clasped her hands and she saw stars as she thinks about people wearing different costumes. It didn't matter who they were because they were in character. They were not obliged to show their real self. What's important is they could represent the character well and could show their creative side. "I love that."

"There's a cosplay event in SM Mall of Asia. It is still early. We can get there on time." It was eight-thirty in the morning.

"As in right now?" She didn't know what to do. She was excited. It was her first time to attend that kind of event. She wanted to ask her cousins to bring her to those kinds of events before but they were killjoy. They said that it was only for teenagers. She ran inside the mansion to change into a costume that Pipay, her friend designer, sent her recently. She stopped suddenly when she remembered Deive. "H-How about you? Will you wear a costume?"

He nods his head. "Yes. I will be Shadow Knight. Pipay gave me a costume for me as a gift. She said that she wants you to have a partner when you feel like being on the character. I might as well use it." Shadow Knight was a character in one of her graphic novels.

"Then I will be Calliope so we can be partners." She stood in her toes and kiss his cheek. "Thank you, Shadow Knight."

In less than five minutes, her costumes and makeup kit were packed. Good thing Marina prepared it near the treasure chest and her knee-high boots were waiting for her as well.  Calliope's costume was perfect. It had a veil that covered her face. Nobody would know what she looked like behind it.

 At the car, she already wore the veil. Her body was buzzing with excitement as I answered Deive's questions about his character Shadow Knight. She didn't notice how long their trip lasted.

He said that he owned a condo near SM Mall of Asia so they changed their clothes there. It took an hour to fix her hair and the makeup. Calliope was a Gothic Lolita character. She let her hair down. She was wearing a long back tulle dress with petticoat. She also had a black lacy fan that could dispel evil spirits. She decided not to put on makeup since she would be wearing a veil.

Her breath hitched when she saw Deive in his Shadow Knight costume. He looked like an aristocrat vampire. His elegant black cape collar coat was perfect for his lithe body. Even the black lacy baroque pants were so on point. She never thought Shadow Knight could be this sexy until Deive personified it. Unlike her, he ditched the mask and it showcased his beautiful face. He didn't even need his jeweled sword because his piercing eyes could easily melt souls.

She was so amazed when she entered SMX Convention Center. Cosplayers were milling around and they were wearing costumes from her graphic novels. Her heart was about to burst. To see her characters come to life and loved by many was heaven.

But she was there as a cosplayer and not as Xylara, the mysterious author.

She suddenly got cold feet when she saw the tarpaulin hanging above the escalator and the entrance to the convention center. Xylara's Book Signing.

She blinked several times. That was her pen name unless there was another Xylara she was not aware of.

She looked around the convention center's lobby once more. All of the cosplayers were wearing her character's costume. Some were even holding copies of her graphic novels. The event was for her. Exclusively for her.

She felt trapped. She would be forced to talk to all those people. Strangers. A lot of strangers had come to see her. They were taking each other's photos and for sure they would take her pictures, too. What if they insist to see her face? What if they tried to hurt her? No. She couldn't do this.

She started running out of breath then stepped back. What would she do with those people?

Deive blocked her with his body before she could retreat some more. "Stay, Callea."

An arranged marriage to a perfect bride.

To keep him in line, playboy Deive Hontiveros needs to marry Callea Lopez so he could start his own business. He thought he got lucky when he sees how beautiful and caring Callea is.

She lives in a haunted mansion though and he got plagued by a mysterious ghost of a woman and her cat from hell.

He must protect his bride at all cost. 

But what if Callea is one with the darkness?


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"What are you going to do if you're stuck here and have to relive your life?" Bill thankfully changed the subject from quantum physics to my current circumstances.
My stomach caved at those words. "Ugh. I don't want to think about that."
"Kenya, you have to prepare. You need to start investing and buying stock. I intend to buy stock in a little company that I've been following by the name of Macintosh. And when Facebook comes around, I'll be owning a huge chunk of that as well. I'm already pretty rich off my current investments, but I expect to be a billionaire when I'm in my twenties. And then I'm going to marry Jennifer Love Hewitt and live happily ever after."
I laughed. "Are you for real?"
He hurried into another room and returned with a handful of files. "I'm already writing novels. Check this out."
I accepted the manila folders and opened the first one. Written across the title page was The Shining.
"Bill!" I exclaimed. "You are not going to plagiarize Stephen King!"
He shrugged and picked at his thumbnail. I scanned the manuscript frowning and then I read out loud. "Here's Johnny? Bill, that is not part of the book. It was just in the movie."
"Yeah," he explained, "but I figured I'd take the best parts of each."
I fanned through the pages. "Um, this book is only thirty-five pages long. The Shining is hundreds of pages long."
"I took out a lot of the violence. That whole scene with him trying to bludgeon his son was just too graphic. But I found out that King wrote it in seventy-seven, so I had to stop writing."
I sighed and went to the next manuscript. I gave him a long look. "Fifty Shades of Black?"
He blushed. "Oh yeah, don't read that one." 
I handed the manuscripts back to him. 
"Okay, writing is not my forte. So I've been learning how to play instruments." He ran out of the room and returned with a guitar and began playing a pretty good rendition of Def Leppard's "Pour Some Sugar On Me." 
He stopped playing long enough to focus on me. "You have to think about your future. Beyonce isn't around yet. Do you know the lyrics to 'All The Single Ladies'? I remember the dance steps."
"Bill! I cannot sing and I am not going to steal Beyonce's life. Although it might be possible—but I'm pretty sure it's bad karma!" 
He scowled. "Fine." He put down his guitar. "But I'm still going to start a hair band." He began playing air guitar and whipping his head around. "That's why I'm growing my hair long. By the time I'm sixteen it should be down my back. I think I'm going to invent Death Metal."
I watched him for a while. Maybe he had a point. "I always liked writing. Vampire books are going to become popular."
Bill stopped dancing around and he looked at me. "You can write the Twilight series."
"No! I am not going to plagiarize anyone. I can write my own ideas."
He scowled. "That's not really using what we know from the future to make your past financially prosperous."
"Well, I'll still invest. I'm going to get stock in Macintosh and Facebook, too. Also Amazon."
Bill laughed and clapped me on the back proudly. "That's my girl. We're going to be millionaires by the end of the decade and billionaires by the end of the century."

Writing the next popular vampire novel wasn't easy, and after a few hours I scrapped the idea. 
Bill had dropped me off a block away from my house, and this time I had his phone number tucked into my pocket. As soon as I got into the house I called the number and left a brief message on his answering machine so that he would have my phone number. Caller ID had yet to be invented, but answering machines did basically the same thing. 
Mom had gone to the grocery store and told me that Kush was coming over for dinner so she was making pork chops. 
Kush ignored me during dinner. He wouldn't even look at me, and I didn't try again to convince him that I knew his disastrous future. People didn't really want to know their own future—this was something that I had already figured out.
I went to my room as soon as dinner was over and then plopped down on my bed to resume reading my Donald Goines book. 
"Kenya, telephone!" Mama called a few hours later. I frowned in surprise and then went to the phone in the kitchen because the cord stretched to the living room where I could chill on the couch. Mama walked away, but I noticed that she stayed close enough to be able to listen to my side of the conversation.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Kenya." It was Bill. "I have an idea. You should tutor me. My parents would probably pay you good money—my fake parents, that is." 
I glanced at my mother who was lingering nearby. "Hmm. Okay."
"And then your mom won't be suspicious when you're off at my house or if she sees me slipping you money. And then if I came around your house it would be legit."
I gave my mom another discreet look. "Yeah. I'd be interested in that. I'd have to ask my mother, of course. Can you hold a sec?" 
"Yep," Bill replied.
"Mama, there is this kid that needs tutoring. His parents would pay me to help him get his grades up. Is it okay?"
"Oh sure. That's a nice way to make some extra money. It's fine by me." 
I got back on the telephone. "My mother said it's fine." And it really was a good idea. Every time Bill and I parted ways I came up with a million more questions. I couldn't constantly go to his house, and talking to him on the phone every single day would definitely raise suspicion. 
"Why don't you come over tomorrow?" I asked. "About three or four, okay?"
"Sounds like a plan," Bill replied. 
When I heard Kush leave later that evening, I looked out my window at him climbing into a beat up car he had bought a year ago. He met my eyes and then turned away. 
I closed the curtain to return to my book. I wasn't done with Kush. I still intended to fix all of our lives—but maybe it would come with financial stability. Making us all rich could be the answer to all of our problems—wait a minute…had he already started robbing Mom? Is that why he came over on the weekends?
I jumped out of bed and dashed down the stairs and out the door. Kush was just starting his car, and he looked at me in surprise when I came barreling down the driveway toward him.
"What?" he asked.
"You're a piece of shit!" I said through gritted teeth.




Pepper writes stories that span the gamut from humorous to heartfelt, however the common theme is crossing boundaries. Pepper's unique stories often tackle taboo topics such as mental illness and homelessness. Readers will find themselves questioning their own sense of right and wrong, attraction and desire.
In addition to writing, the author is also an artist, an introverted recluse, a self proclaimed empath and a foodie. Pepper Pace can be contacted at: 
pepperpace.author@yahoo.com

Kenya Daniels has led a life filled with missed opportunities. Now at the age of fifty-one she’s a lonely woman with two adult children who don’t need her, a mother who needs her too much, and a job that doesn’t give her the credit she deserves. When a mysterious envelope turns up on her desk, things take a turn towards the impossible and Kenya finds herself transported back to 1982 as a sixteen year old. 
Kenya must navigate through the 80s--again, with the knowledge and experience of a fifty-year old woman, while trying to find the way back to her original time. 
This Pepper Pace novel mixes humor, family, heartache and love with the twists and turns that Pepper Pace does so well. Everyone loves the 80s…unless you have to relive them.


The sun was at its highest when Shin Musashi plays the fighting game with his brother Ken Musashi in front of their flat screen tv. Buzzing sounds from outside indicated that the day was already in the afternoon hours. they glanced at the clock on the wall opposite where they sat; their sister, Sakura Musashi called them for breakfast.  They left the room to eat breakfast; Shin talking to his sibling as they were eating breakfast. In short summary, Ken and Sakura are actually my cousins, and the reason I live with them due to my parents die from a car accident when I was only nine years old. My uncle and aunt took me in to be part of their family. I was grateful to be part of my uncle's family as these wonderful kids can be annoying. I have a close relationship with Ken as we both are geeks for anime, gaming, sci-fi, and fantasy. Ken tends to hide these facts as he was mostly known to be pretty famous in high school. While my little sister Sakura was always a smart kid of the family and the most popular girl in her school, but her little secret that she is a huge nerd for yaoi romance novels and romantic manhwa.  Shin lost into his thought about his sibling and he thought today was like any other day to take his sibling to school and while he training for the next match. 
It seemed to him a distant now, the way he did things as a military man: a completely different lifestyle to his currents habits. Ironic how he had got little done these last five months since he had been discharged...
Back then, he fantasized about the days he would be out in the real world and amazing things he could do with his life, like going back to college to get a graphic design degree and even save enough money to helps his uncle and aunt for college feed for his siblings. God! He hadn't even attempted to brush up his Japanese. 
Shin and his siblings pick up their plates and moving the plates to clean wash the dish...
Suddenly, a magic circle below the living appear and circle gushes smoke, coming from beneath, enveloped them - leaving them speechless, emotionless, without time to react. First, the smoke wrapped their ankles, then moved upward to their legs and torso, seeing them up to their neck. "Shit" was all Shin says before he and his sibling were engulfed them. As excruciating pain squeezed their head, paralyzing them. Shin screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!"
The living room went silent with no sound...
No indication, nothing, no sign of source that the sibling was even on planet Earth...
* * *
It was not until he regained consciousness that the man Shin Musashi, found himself blind and helpless at a strange place. Not because of darkness; quite the opposite. The intensity of the existing light was so much that it was clearly impossible to try to distinguish anything at all. Shin looks around to seed at least a billion or more of human-like him in this white void. He looks around at a bunch of people, so he tries to look for his sibling until a voice appears above him. The voice was heard through an even brighter light:  "Accepted chosen human beings. You are selected to be the savior of the world Rohact" It made him want to crouch and bow, such was the superiority and out-of-this-world feeling, no matter how powerful of a man he was. "Am I dead?" was all he could think of. It would make sense that it is his soul experiencing all this.  Then, to his terror, another voice responded—as ethereal and powerful as the first:  
 Is this the only number of suitable beings to become heroes? I heard that the number of candidates is over 9 billion.
– They are estimated to be 9 billion, yielding this number of apt specimens. Wasn't the probability very low upon commencing the project?
-That is correct.
-Shin was confused about what two bright voices were referring to? The voice continued. 
All, transplant guidelines.
– But can I possibly do it like this? Is it not that the compatibility of artificial match is excessive?
– Appropriate for motivation and adaptation. Not an issue. The effectiveness has already been confirmed through the sampling of existing fitters.
-Okay.
Sheer terror overcame Shin. He wasn't experiencing an after-life event. 
Much worse, this could not be an omnipotent god dealing with souls…  Just then, it came. He felt something penetrating him in the light as excruciating pain hit him. He screamed. Panting for breath between screams, he heard the voices again:
– Oh, I made a mistake.
"A mistake? What the hell is a mistake?"Shin thought.  
The voice continued, sounding embarrassed,
– It appears their one human is not the chosen hero and so the guideline go error due to the user not been a chosen hero. 
– Ah, it is only one. There are hundreds of them; one cannot be accounted for. We can just send him to a world that can easily kill him so that we don't need to worry about him.
-Which world would we send the error to?
-Why not the  Catastrophe world, I heard that the world was destroyed by powerful SSS class demons so it would be easier to get rid of him. 
-Ok, I send this error human to that world but I hope this won't bite us in the ass later. 

The other responded.  
Before he could react, Shin Musashi was pushed and dropped by the owner of the voice. All he could hear were his endless screams. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" It felt as if he fell forever. Then, the voice was faintly heard in the distance:
– Applicant number 400, begin the dimensional transfer.
Shin Musashi was sitting on a large city ruin full of ruined cities, destroy cars, sharp rocks, and edges when he came to his senses. He could see dry swords, broken tanks, destroy firearms, and trees in several places. "No, this isn't California. This isn't even earth!" HE couldn't have any doubts about his judgment. For one, the sun has red colors or no clouds. Thought it was too bright to be night-time, a dark red, hazy sky shone ominously light a twilight.  
A thought hit him just then. He blinked. "This is a  dream, a nightmare. It's got to be one." He pinched his forearms. He slapped his cheeks. Nothing had changed. Desperate at the thought that this could be real, he shivered in disbelief. "No! It must be a dream! It must be a dream! If I'm not dreaming, then I must be out of my mind.  How long have I been like this?" 
It is unclear how many seconds, minutes, hours, these thoughts raced through his mind. "This is for real…" As he came to the realization, extreme anger overcame Shin, "What the fuck is going on?!"

Shin Muashi, the main character who fell into a new world after being as a chosen heroes as a suitable person. However it was find out that he was not suppose to be chosen instead of his younger brother and sister. God decide to throw him away to an world that already fallen to the demons. Which cause him to train repeated  endlessly to fight against course of demons until find a ways to save his siblings.

I didn't even know this guy.

Daemon's eyes narrowed. "Matthew, if you value the ability to walk, I wouldn't go there." Weirded out to the max, I stepped to the side. "I think I should go."

"I'm thinking Matthew should go," Daemon said, stepping in front of me, "unless he has another purpose other than sticking his nose where it doesn't belong."

Even Daemon couldn't block the revulsion in the man's stare. "I'm sorry," I said, voice wavering, "but I don't know what's going on here. We were just swimming."

Matthew's gaze swung on Daemon, who squared his shoulders. "It's not what you're thinking. Give me some credit. Dee hid my keys, forced me take her out to get them back." A hot flush swept through me. Did he really need to tell some dude I was a pity date?

And then the man laughed. "So this is Dee's little friend."

"That would be me," I said, crossing my arms.

"I thought you had this under control." He gestured toward me, sounding as if I were a homicidal clown standing next to Daemon.

"That you'd make your sister understand."

"Yeah, well, why don't you try to make her understand," Daemon retorted. "So far, I'm not having much luck."

Matthew's lips thinned. "Both of you should know better."

A crack of thunder startled me as they stared down at one another. Lightning streaked overhead, momentarily blinding. Once the light receded, dark, tumultuous clouds rolled in.

Energy crackled around me, flashing across my skin.

Then Matthew turned away, casting another dark look in my direction before heading inside Daemon's house. The moment the door slammed shut behind him, the clouds parted. I stared at Daemon, mouth hanging open.

"What...what just happened?" I asked.

He was already walking into the house, the door smacking off the frame once again like a shot in a canyon. I stood there, not sure what happened. I looked up at the clear sky. No trace of the violent storm. I'd seen that happen a hundred times in Florida, but what occurred seemed way too freakish. And thinking back to the lake, I wasn't sure what had happened, but I knew Daemon had been underwater far too long.

I also knew there was something not normal about him.

About all of them.

Dee called that night, and even though I wanted to tell her that my time with Daemon hadn't been all puppy dog tails and rainbows, I lied. I told her he was great. He earned his keys and then some. Otherwise, she might make him take me on another outing.

I almost felt bad for lying when she sounded happy.

The next week crawled by. I had endless time to dread the fact there was only a week and a half left before school started. Dee still hadn't come back from visiting family or whatever she was doing. Left alone and bored out of my mind, I'd gotten reacquainted with the Internet intimately.

It was early Saturday evening when Daemon unexpectedly showed up at my door, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans. His back was to me, head tipped back as he stared up at the cloudless blue sky. A few stars were starting to appear but the sun wouldn't truly set for another couple of hours.

Surprised to see him, I walked outside. His head whipped down so fast I thought he would pull a muscle. "What are you doing?" I asked.

His brows slanted low. Several seconds passed and then his lip tipped up at one corner.

He cleared his throat. "I like staring at the sky. There's something about it." His gaze returned to the sky. "It's endless, you know." Daemon almost sounded deep. "Is some crazy dude going to run out of your house and yell at you for talking to me?"

"Not right now, but there is always later." I wasn't sure if he was being serious or not.

"I'm okay missing 'later.'"

"Yeah. Busy?"

"Other than messing with my blog, no."

"You have a blog?" He faced me, leaning back against the post. Derision pinched his features.

He'd said blog like it was a crack habit.

"Yeah, I have a blog."

"What's your blog's name?"

"None of your business," I said, smiling sweetly.

"Interesting name." He returned my smile with a half grin. "So what do you blog about?

Knitting? Puzzles? Being lonely?"

"Ha. Ha, smartass." I sighed. "I review books."

"Do you get paid for them?"

I laughed out loud at that. "No. Not at all." Daemon seemed confused by that. "So you review books and you don't get paid if someone buys a book based on your review?"

"I don't review books to get paid or anything." Although that would be sweet, which reminded me I needed to get a library card. "I do it because I like it. I love reading, and I enjoy talking about books."

"What kind of books do you read?"

"All different kinds." I leaned against the post opposite of him, craning my neck back to meet his steady gaze. "Mainly I prefer the paranormal stuff."

"Vampires and werewolves?"

Man, how many questions could he ask?

"Yeah."

"Ghosts and aliens?"

"Ghost stories are cool, but I don't know about aliens. ET really doesn't do it for me and a lot of readers."

One single eyebrow arched. "What does it for you?"

"Not slimy green space creatures," I replied.

"Anyway, I also appreciate graphic novels, history stuff - "

"You read graphic novels?" Disbelief colored his tone. "Seriously?" I nodded. "Yeah, so what? Are girls not supposed to like graphic novels and comics?" He stared at me a long moment, then jerked his chin toward the woods. "Want to go on a hike?"

"Uh, you know I'm not good with the whole hiking thing," I reminded him.

A grin appeared. There was an edge to it.

Rough. Sexy. "I'm not taking you up on the Rocks. Just a harmless little trail. I'm sure you can handle it."

"Did Dee not tell you where your keys were?" I asked, suspicious.

"Yeah, she did."

"Then why are you here?"

Daemon sighed. "I don't have a reason. I thought I would just stop over, but if you're going to question everything, then you can forget it."

I watched him go down the steps as I chewed on my lip. This was crazy. I'd been dying of boredom for days. Rolling my eyes, I called out, "All right, let's do this."

This is not the original book readers as I said that before. This book is originally written by Jennifer L. Armentrout and I just made few changes that's it. I am not trying to take credit of her work and skills. Thank you for reading. Enjoy Reading!! Stay safe

PLOT

STARTING OVER SUCKS

When we moved to West Virginia right before my senior year, I'd pretty much resigned myself to thick accents, dodgy internet access, and a whole lot of boring... until I spotted my hot neighbor, with his looming height and eerie green eyes. Things were looking up.

AND THEN HE OPENED HIS MOUTH

Daemon is infuriating. Arrogant. Stab-worthy. We do not get along. At all. But when a stranger attacks me and Daemon literally freezes time with a wave of his hand, well, something... unexpected happens.

THE HOT ALIEN LIVING NEXT DOOR MARKS ME

You heard me. Alien. Turns out Daemon and his sister have a galaxy of enemies wanting to steal their abilities, and Daemon's touch has me lit up like the Vegas Strip. The only way I'm getting out of this alive is by sticking close to Daemon until my alien mojo fades.

IF I DON'T KILL HIM FIRST, THAT IS

This is not the original book readers as I said that before. This book is originally written by Jennifer L. Armentrout and I just made few changes that's it. I am not trying to take credit of her work and skills. Thank you for reading. Enjoy Reading!! Stay safe!!

ABOUT BOOK

This book Is one of those “new girl moves to town and accidentally meets a group of non-humans” It’s also a perfect “Boy next door romance” Katy moves from Florida to West Virginia. Turns out she lives next door to the most hottest siblings. Throughout the plot Katy is befriending her neighbours, however, realises that strange things are happening there. She experiences weird paranormal things whilst juggling high school, making friends, avoiding a certain bitchy girl, but mostly the gorgeous arrogant and snarky neighbour besides her. When you combine a feisty girl from Florida and a sexy, alien.

『.* +• ᴄʜᴀᴘ.ᴛᴡᴏ• *.+』

~WEDNESDAY

IT WAS PRETTY GREY FOR SEVEN AM in the morning.

Scarlett sluggishly awoke from a soft slumber, it was nice having peace and quiet for once. El Paso had the same loudness as any city big as Houston, but just a small fraction of it though. She actually enjoyed it. The birds chirping around was the only music she could hear out in Pastonville, she couldn't hear that loud party house far downhill, that was a bonus.

"Scarlett, you better get up and eat before you miss your first day." 

Great, a moment of bliss ruined. The teen groaned from under the pillow in protest. Scarlett didn't want to go to school, hell, she'd rather jump off a bridgeqa-okay that was too graphic for a thought. But she hated school as much as life. She tussled her wild red hair back as she got her head off the pillow. She wasn't prepared to go to school this early, she just left El Paso, and she doesn't like the town at all. But she missed the ambiance, the park she goes to whenever she wants to escape the modern world. In a tall old twisted tree she liked to stay on top of. Then read her favourite novels. Stephanie Meyer's Twilight Series were her favourite. Dammit, she could've bought the Midnight Sun before she left. Will she ever get one in this town, she thought. By the look of how ghostly it looked out there. She'll probably check it out later. If she has the chance.

Scarlett sluggishly got herself out of bed and checked her wardrobe for clothes before heading to her shower. Minutes later, she dried her frizzy red locks as she was already dressed for a hellish day in prison-her blunt definition of school. Pessimistically drudging down the tread of stairs and carrying a black small satchel bag. Scarlett wore a black hoodie with matching jeans and brown boots. Her mother's locket visible from her chest as she slogged towards the kitchen. Josh wore a white apron, handling a batch of bacon in the frying pan, humming a optimstic tone. "Mornin', sport." 

"Morning, Uncle." 

"Hope you like bacon n' eggs." 

Scarlett nodded as she sat on the luxury kitchen stool. Josh plated her food next to her as she pushed curled tussocks of her hair back, the red headed male noticed the silver coloured locket dangling around her neck. 

He knew it was his twin sister's, oh how he missed her so much. The loss of a sibling couldn't compare to a loss of a twin sibling. And now he has her spitting image next to him. To him, it's like she never left. "Umm...Uncle?"

"Yeah, sport?" The male blinked at the 17-year-old, her curious sky blue eyes glistening from the grey cloud light. It's been 24 hours since after she's met him out of 15 years. Even after learning he has a goofy side to his personality but at the same time, he was frank on a few things. "What...what do you actually do?" 

"Oh." Josh sheepishly grinned, trying his best not to act hesistantly in front of his niece. "I...build houses. I'm a contractor. I actually built this house with my own two hands." 

"Really?" the teen gazed around the luxury kitchen and the ceiling. For one person, he did amazing job on the anterior and the roofing. Most people would just flop at constructing and design. And the colour scheme of the whole kitchen. Josh was a master of his own craft, Scarlett assumed. "Yeah, took me about 3 years but I managed on my own. You wanna make your dream home, I say make it yourself." 

Scarlett pursed her lips, this was it. She barely got any information from her father. So maybe she could pick Josh's brain too. He had to know something about her mother. He was the closest to her mother. Her twin brother! She wanted to know what her mother was, who she was. What she liked, what she loathed. Her favorite colour, favorute flower, her favorite thing to do. Anything. Yet her own father couldn't do that.

Guess it was now or never. "What...what was Mom like?"

Josh's jovial aura suddenly faltered. He could see that Scarlett wanted to know about her mom. He couldn't blame her. But there were some...things her mother did that Josh had to wait on. It wasn't time yet, he deeply murmured in thought.

"She...she looked just like you." He answered straight away.

"Your mother was...she was enigmatic, but sweet. We never stuck around much until when she met your dad, but she was an amazing person to be with." He chuckled. "Sometimes we'd bicker who was the best out of both of us. Who the better twin was."

"Oh." Scarlett murmured. She never doubted that answer, but she was expecting a lot more than that. Josh bit his lip and looked away. Almost 18 years without a mother and the timing couldn't be any more gruesome. 

Less than 7 days from now. And since there's been a lot of activity lately, it was a sign that something was going to happen in the quiet town of Pastonville, and Josh had swore to protect Scarlett from it. From what, one would wonder. He could sense it. He turned back to Scarlett with a wistful grin before turning away. His ginger brows furrowed in determination. He wanted no harm come down on his niece. Josh would gladly give up his life to keep her safe from...them. 'They're coming for her. I swear...I'm going to protect her.

I promise, sister.'

________________________________________


It didn't look so much as big at the front premise, but it seemed grand enough to be a high school.

Pastonville High. The place had an old medieval vintage look to it, almost like Hogwarts in Harry Porter-minus the fantasia. Pessimistic to say the least. Students from all walks of life, were drudging down the tread of stairs towards the main building. Scarlett hopped out of the car as it slowly parked by the school sidewalk. "I'll come pick you up later, kay?" 

"Okay." Scarlett nodded forlornly. Breathing in the cold crisp air, mixed with a bit of what Josh's car smelt like and the school atmosphere had the dull pong of rancid milk for some reason. It was almost sickening. "Later, sport." Josh slowly manoeuvred the steering wheel as he drove off. 

Well, this was it. Scarlett took a down breath and sighed defiantly. She was heading into this new school, a warzone with not much as even a strategy of escape route or way out. High school is never easy. It wasn't easy in El Paso either. The constant eerie stares, the back turned gossip, the mocking laughter. Unpleasant wasn't the right word for her to use. It just made her whole existence as a teen even more dreadful. But it's just seven hours, she can survive this. Right? What could possibly go wrong? 

Just as she took the first step; a sudden coupe revved into a rapid break stop, rifting the dirty road puddles to swish over to Scarlett's legs. Soaking her jeans and shoes. Talk about karma. The coupe was a convertible. With three girls exiting out of it. One of them glossily flicked their mirror shades down, scanning Scarlett's form top to bottom. 

"Watch where you're driving, roadhog!" Scarlett snarled.

The ravenette stared annoyed at Scarlett before chortling boastfully. "Whatever. Move over, you drenched out loser." One blonde teen girl rolled her eyes as the two other girls guffawed sardonically-clicking their heels out the attention attracting convertible towards the school steps. 'Great. Did Mean Girls get reincarnated into this life just to torture me?' She internally cursed at the universe. Something told Scarlett that these seven hours were going to be her undoing. Already regretting being at school after her 15 seconds of humiliation, Scarlett sauntered into the campus, trying her best not to show her eye contact. But that became a mistake right away. 

"Oof!"

She harshly bumped into someone's shoulder, their books slumped onto the school floors. 

"Oh, s-sorry." She stuttered as she helped pick up their books up and hand them over. She instantly made eye contact with carroty orange orbs. They unswervingly colour harked back her remembrance of Edward Cullen, a fictional character from the Twilight Saga novels. They had a mystic shine around it. Like you'd be under a trance in an instant. "No, it's my fault. I'm often the one being clumsy," said the girl Scarlett bumped into. "Hey. I've never seen you here before, are you new?"

"Um...yeah," Scarlett shrugged, before taking a good look at the teen.

She had brown short hair, she looked more tomboy, but at the same time-a sporty type. Her eyes were like the colour of the seasons raining the whole of Pastonville. No human being could possibly have those kind of eyes, it would be such a rarity. 

Her skin tone was fair albeit to the red head's ghost pale skin. What seemed like she had been staring at her for a while-the bell quickly sounded off, causing the traffic to increase around the thin halls. "Shoot, I'm late for Chem! Gotta run fast! Nice meeting you though. Talk later?" Before the rubicund headed teen could say her bit, the brunette disappeared into the sea of students. She didn't even get to know her name. But why bother? She doubted she would've wanted to be her friend anyway. 

Talk later? That was just an excuse to avoid her as much as possible. And Scarlett knew that very well. After staring distant in the halls - she was later reminded that she had to find her own class to get to.

She wandered the emptying halls until in search of the principal's office. The traffic wasn't helping. She could barely see where she was going. Bumping into every shoulder and elbow without any such as a mutter of apology. But then suddenly halted by a grand presence before her. 

A tall skinny male with glasses in a grey suit. A presence that spooked every student to pace even faster. 'Shit, it's the principal...' a few conspicuously whispered, as if the man was one person not to be messed with. 

"No running in the halls." 

The class obeyed the sudden macrbreous undertone as the current slowed down and the students soon dwindled in numbers. The megane man suit stared down at the red head. The girl suddenly shivered at his presence, he had an intimidating glance from underneath his rectangular spectacles. And the aura he was giving out was heavy and deeply authoritative. As if she was about to get executed. Is that why the students had the look of fear in their faces? Scarlett already had a wild guess on who he could be.

"You must be the new student, Ms. Scarlett Lax. I was aware from your uncle that you were coming here-I am the Principal of the Pastonville High, pleased to meet you."

"U-uh...pleased to meet you too?" Scarlett answered bashfully, gulpping down her dry throat.. 

The aura that the principal had was errier, but it was incredibly intimidating. His sluphur yellow eyes glimmered under his strict glasses. It wasn't helping apart ease her nerves when he had his silver tongued British accent-as if she was standing next to a regal. He scanned down seeing water dribbling down lower jeans and shoes. Scarlett gulpped, embarrassed. "Yes. Well, I've already placed out your timetable and curricula right here. All of your today lessons, excluding the extracurricular activites." He ignored her problem and handed her over a couple of files. "I do suggest head to the restroom for your issue first."

Scarlett nodded agreeably as she took her schdule. Wait? Hold on. Where did the papers come from? Wasn't his hands empty just a second ago? She was pretty sure his arms were folded behind his back. Or was Scarlett not paying close attention?

"You'll be assigned into a...different course from others. I'll show you to your homeroom. Follow me, if you please." He gestured her to walk behind as he turned a heel and sauntered forward. The once crowded and loud halls suddenly became ghost-quiet. Then suddenly, from what he said made Scarlett quirk a brow-confused.

'Huh? What does he mean by different? Like...an exchange student kind of thing?' 

The principal folded his arms behind his back as he casually sauntered down his school halls. The students were all in their classrooms, just as he objected. Scarlett's first thought of him was his was probably a stickler. His stiff straight body language said it all. He quietly glanced back at the wandering teenager. Garrix stopped, forcing Scarlett to do the same. "Oh, I just realised I never told you my name. How ill-mannered of me," he raised a plain smile at the teen girl behind him. 

"Like all students here, you can call me Principal Garrix."

-END-



500 years ago, mortals have had both friend and foe to the Mythics.

Wizards, magic users, fairies, nymphs and pixies... 

But there was a line of good and evil drawn within the Mythics, thus, there were the 'Dark Mythics'. 

Hated by the good and the mortal, the most iconic and despised of them all; were the Vampires. Their existence was a threat to all.

Suddenly the Good Mythics population were wiped out by an unknown. And after half a millennia, the mortals had seemed to have forgotten about the existence of Mythics and treated it as tall tales.

But Vampires were still alive.

Scarlett was an ordinary 17-year-old girl that moved to the remote, lake embedded town of Pastonville, her late mother's old home town - living with her mother's twin brother, Joshua. But when she goes to school and she meets her new classmates, Scarlett discovers that there was more to them and the town that meets the eye. 

Join Scarlett as they face Alpha-class Vampires, leaping through a mediaeval time paradox and protecting herself from being hunted down by the likes of the Vampires. For she was said to have hold sacred blood, lusted by the Vampire King and many greedy soulless bloodsuckers who thrist to rule over all. 

Scarlett was, The Crimson Bride.


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۞original story۞
[Vampire romance story]
[Cover Photo isn't mine, credits to the artist]
by:@_LEBZACHANNN
STARTED: Apr/2020
STATUS: On-going/slow updates
[The setting of the place is entirely fictional and names of known places might have inaccurate description. This was inspired by the concept of Omegaverse.]

Hi Guys I'm The Author of *"Project Omegaverse the Novel" * I'm so excited to release the Chapter 1~5
I hope that everyone will like it, especially to those readers that actually love to read manga/webtoon ..it's not an ordinary novel cuz I make it a little easy to read because there are many types of readers that actually easy to get bored when reading novels It's called "Graphic Novel Script / Script Writing'' for those who don't know this, Script writing involves a heavier reliance on spoken dialogue. In novels, characters are revealed through description and internal monologue, whereas screenwriters develop their characters through action and dialogue. So everyone will easily to read who's speaking in their own point of view, Aside from that  I want to make it a webtoon but I don't have much time and I'm still studying to draw because I'm not good enough to draw some characters So I thinks it's hard for me, but I will make it a webtoon soon that's a little short announcement So please everyone support my novel Thank you and stay safe~
Project Omegaverse Release Date : 2 / 1 / 2021
~Wayzone16
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Synopsis : 

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