Ever since she was a little girl, Imogene Grey had loved vintage or cottage-core fashion. The seventeen year old girl had spent all her savings on cute dresses she felt anxious to wear in public. Frilly stockings and pastel dresses which had skirts that went down to her ankles filled half of her closet. She had gone through countless pairs of Mary Janes and Doc Martens. This girl was committed. However that life had been stripped away from her when she went on a walk in a nearby forest. 
After walking into a portal taking her to an alternate reality with a lack of today's modern machines and appliances, she became the lady in waiting to the future heir of the throne. The only way for her to get back to her old reality was to find the perfect suitor for the princess. However, things start to get tricky when she falls for the princess and is forced to pick between this reality or her home one.

this book include all the heroes and villlians which are losts a while ago and  we try to bring them back for you 
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Camden's eyes light up immediately as he sees his friends. What with all the suffocation of the obligation to attend family gatherings from the group, none were successfully able to stay in contact with one another during break. 

Stewart had now been sporting a new hair cut. Something he's been wanting to try for a while now. A drastically large change from the usual fuck-boy haircut he had. 

The 16 year old now sported a military like buzz cut. A neat clean cut with perfect symmetry. It was clear to all the boys that it was not Stewart who cut his own hair. Symmetry was not something that Stewart was at all known for. 


"Welcome back Ghost boy, have fun with the family? " Antonio said, relaying the message in a thick Italian accent. Nathaniel chuckled slightly while still looking down at his vintage TMNT comic.

 "Truly terrible. If I have to hear my stupid mother say 'it's for the good of the family or do this for your family' one more time! I swear I'll slit her throat." Camden spoke in an agitated manner. Jeremy fixed his tie while solomy nodding. He too understood the pressures that were often thrusted upon them. 

At such a young age, acting like normal commoner children was never an option. Never could they just play outside and not have a care in the world. This was the only luxury the four boys could never afford. 


"I heard that we have a new Art professor. Something happen to the old one." Nathaniel said as he tucked the comic into his gym bag. The other three boys looked at him serenely. 

"You're joking right?" Jeremy finally spoke up. "Um dude you happened. You laid into that lady. Something about she wasn't fit to teach us art and blah blah this and blah blah that. it was a lot of art nerd nonsense a football player like me didn't understand. " 

Jeremy poked Nathaniel's chest while smiling widely. Nathaniel was the reason alot of art professor's quit the famed school. He simply wouldn't allow just anyone to teach him the arts. It had to be someone as magical and magnificent as the great Leonardo Da Vinci. 

"I just told that wench the truth. Not my fault if that bitch cried. After all. This is a man's world. She's not fit to be in it if she cries over a teenager critiquing her infernal abilities. Truly a waste of space if you ask me" 

Camen let out a hearty chuckle as he observes his friends. These were his best friends and never does he want to part from them. "Let's head to the dorms guys. " He said as he pushes open the large mahogany doors. "Man... it's feels great to be back".

At a prestigious school in England, 5 boys make a conspiracy to commit murder. Jeremy Corbyn, a British rich boy, Stewart Prescott, an American genius, Nathaniel Greenhouse, a Greek Picasso, Camden Howard, a southern playboy and Antonio Calcino an Italian wannabe gangster. Their victim... the Principal's daughter.

Brother Wolf stopped him. Li Du waved and said, "Don't hurry, Sean, first explain the origin of this jewelry."
Sean acted calm and said, "There's nothing to explain. I doubt this guy is really Cole Winston. Why should I believe you?"
Cole smiled when he heard this. "I can show you my license, but I expect that when you see it, you will question whether it's real or not."
Sean was clearly losing face. The situation had spun out of control. Who could expect things would turn out so?
Li Du did not press the matter. He knew the evidence was in his favor.
He switched off the call and said to Sean, "I won't make a scene, but these jewels were either stolen from Harry Winston group, or they are limitation infringing on our patent rights and intellectual property rights. Our group reserves the right to pursue this matter."
Sean was a bit flustered and said, "You can't scare me. There is nothing wrong with the jewelry I bought."
Li Du smiled and said, "If you say so. I hope you can prove it when our lawyer and the police contact you."
He handed the jewelry back to Sean, who tried to pass it to Ariana.
Ariana already knew what was going on. Why would she accept such a gift? "I don't know where you got this. You'd better return it…"
Sean looked at her angrily and said, "Don't you believe me?"
Ariana did not know what to say and looked to the others for help.
Hans gave Porter a push and Porter moved in front of Ariana.
He wasn't afraid of Sean. He just didn't know what to do next.
Since he was pushed out to face Sean, however, he calmly said, "Come on, man, Ariana's right. You'd better return these jewels where they came from"
Sean took the opportunity to leave. He shouted, "Fine, you do not trust me! You don't think of me as a friend! I guess I was blind, so f*ck you!"
Cursing, he quickly walked out of the villa.
In this way, the atmosphere of the birthday party was destroyed. Li Du apologized to Ariana and then told her that he had to do it, or she would have accepted the jewelry and might have got in trouble.
Porter took out his gift, presented it to Ariana and said, "I have tickets for the Heat's opener and Christmas day. I remember you like the Heat, so how about if we go to the game together?"
Ariana graciously accepted the ticket, smiled and gave Porter a hug.
The young people clapped their hands and made happy noises. Then they began to dance again, which restored the atmosphere of the birthday party in a large measure.
Li Du had nothing to do with the rest of the matter. He stayed out of the way, waiting for the party to end.
However, his identity meant he could not quite stay out of it. Several girls took an immediate interest in him when they learned that he was a shareholder in the Harry Winston group.
Li Du chatted and had drinks with them, but when they wanted to exchange contact information, he would politely but firmly refuse.
Hans strolled up from behind and said sourly, "Now who should be quiet? Who is messing with girls at the party?"
Li Du did not know quite know how the party started, but after Sean left, Porter felt much better, and his relationship with Ariana was much closer.
At the end of the evening, Porter sent off the guests, and they got down to business.
Hans took out the 25 valuable comics, of which five were most valuable: Superman's first Action Comic #1, Stan Lee's hand-painted Fantastic Four, the first edition of Spiderman, and two DC and Marvel combined product comics which introduced the first batch of heroes.
Twenty other magazines also had considerable value, being rare or having special significance in the history of comic books.
Porter couldn't put a price on the magazines, so the next day he contacted one of the industry's leading experts to consult with him.
Li Du was in no hurry. They stayed in the villa, which belonged to Porter's family anyway.
Porter brought in an expert from New York whom Li Du didn't know but had recently read about.
The name of the expert was Pressler, and he was the editor-in-chief of Wired Comics, the company that bought the first issue of the Spiderman magazine in Paris for 1.2 million dollars.
Pessler, a soft-spoken middle-aged man, talked quietly with Porter, made phone calls and evaluated the comic books.
The two men discussed this for about an hour and a half and then handed Li Du and Hans a report with their quotes for the magazines.
The highest price they offered was three million dollars for a hand-drawn copy of the Fantastic Four and four million for four other high-value magazines, or one million for each on average.
Of the other twenty magazines, there was a set of twelve magazines from the early days of Captain America. They sold for a total price of one million dollars. The package deal was eight million and four hundred thousand dollars.
Li Du was prepared for a good offer but was still shocked by these numbers.
Hans bargained with Porter and got a rounded up price of nine million as the final transaction price.
The contract was signed and the business was done. Li Du could now say what was on his mind. "Did not expect these comic books to be so expensive!"
Porter said, "As far as I'm concerned, I can't believe jewelry and gemstones are so expensive. It depends on the market. If there is a market, there is a price. Classic comics are in the same place as famous paintings and jewelry because they are all unique and can bring pleasure to people," he added.
Li Du spread out his hands, meaning to say, whatever you want, you pay for it.
"Can you get more comics from the 1930s, 40s, 50s, and 60s?" Porter asked.
Li Du shook his head and said, "I can't promise."
"The 1930s through 1950s were the golden age of comic book publishing in the United States," Porter said with a sigh. "Unfortunately, almost all comic books published at that time disappeared. I hope they can be carefully collected."
Li Du said, "You can give me a list, and I'll let you know if we come across any more comics."
Porter said, "If you find any more vintage comics, you have to promise you'll call me before you talk to anyone else. My comic book store needs more babies."


They love gold, and they love silver. Even more so, they love gems that dazzle, like stars across the skies. 
Firearms, jewelleries, and precious metals; A collector’s world will not be complete without antiques.  
Storage auctions, old goods trade, re-estate sales and gold-digging. But the truth is, if one wants to make money, then the supreme way is through searching for the legendary treasures. 
Holding the fort, there’s an ocelot, a wolf, and an Andes condor. At the side, there’s a loyal hound, an irascible ape, and an African honey badger. Who said that you can only rely on humans when treasure hunting?! 

CALLEA'S eyebrows were drawn together as she walked down the living room. She had been trying to recover from the days she had to entertain Deive's grandfather and her own family and she wanted to catch up with work. Surprisingly, she got along just fine with Don Jorje. He liked old jazz and her piano pieces. He was also into history so they had a lot to discuss. He asked her to visit him in Manila.

She thought she could have a peaceful time for herself since Deive went to the field to help out Torque with harvesting vegetables. He needed to impress her cousin. And since Lee is a financial analyst, he would ask for his help on business as well.

She didn't expect any visitors coming for her. Then she saw who was sitting on the sofa. It was her publisher, Mattheu Segundo. She noticed a black box on the middle of the mahogany center table. She had a bad feeling about this.

He came towards her as she reached the landing. "Finally! I thought you have no plans to see me. How's my most bankable graphic novelist?" he asked and kissed the back of her hand.

Her boss was a handsome and dashing man. A dreamboat for most women. He was a member of Stallion Island Riding and Leisure Club like her cousins where only the rich and young men in the country could join as members like her Torque and Lee. That was why they entrusted her works to him. She knew that she would be taken care of and her identity would be a secret.

"I am good. Thanks for the visit. So what brought you here, boss?"

Callea never visited the office. They just send the check to her bank account and her accountant handle all her accounts. Contacts were sent to her through a courier. She had just submitted her latest book last month. She beat her deadline. Her next deadline was still months away. The renewal of her contract was still a couple of years away. If her publisher would grace her with his presence himself, it must be freakin' important. She was wishing that he was there to increase her talent fee.

"I just visited you. I brought cake and some books on Japanese horror. Vintage ones." There was the sparkle in her boss' eyes as he opened the box. Her heart leaped when I saw the yellowish cover with Japanese ink and an illustrator of a Japanese girl in kimono with blazings eyes, standing in the middle of a bamboo forest. It was something she had never seen before that made her salivate.  It was a forbidden book, according to some. And her boss acquired it for her. "This is for me? This is too much, boss. You know that I am happy that you publish my stories and people appreciate it."

It was too precious as a gift. There was no malice between her and the boss. After all, he only sees her as a cash cow. She was scared of what he would ask in return. It was always business with her boss. There was no such thing as free lunch.

Then came Marina with a green tea crepe cake. She wet her lips. Darn! Her boss knew her weakness and how to put her guard down. They ate while they discussed the comic conference in Tokyo that he attended and how spring came earlier than expected and they nearly missed the sakura blossom.

It was a dream of Callea to visit Japan. She was planning to go there with her friend until her demise.

"I have a favor to ask, Callea." Mattheu's voice sent her back to the present.

"What is it, boss?"

He greased her with a vintage Japanese horror book and a matcha crepe cake. She was ready to listen. Her boss was a wolf. Pretending to be grandma until he shows his fangs. And she knew that she couldn't say no.

"I want you to attend our book signing."

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?


Original cover design by Runa Lee 
For cover designs, email lunafatima1093@gmail.com

Pitch black!
In an instant, Akabane's vision was surrounded by complete darkness.
Akabane took a deep breath and quickly adapted to the darkness.
"What do you think of it?"
Hiruzen smiled slightly.
Hiruzen doesn't have many genjutsu, but Infinite Darkness Jutsu is very handy, especially when dealing with certain clans...
"Of course, sensei!"
It's a rare chance to learned ninjutsu from the Third Hokage. Anything that he knows must be valuable.
Akabane listened carefully and quickly remembered the seals and the ninjutsu.
But this was an A-level genjutsu, and it would take a long time to learn it by himself. He glanced at the exchange list
the name [Infinite Darkness Jutsu] did not appear on it.
"Should I practice it by myself…"
He smacked his mouth regretfully.
A-level genjutsu must have to take a lot of time to practice; besides, my current Genjutsu is enough...
"Forget it. I might as well draw a few more if I have the time."
Akabane comforted himself in his heart.
Hiruzen didn't know what he was thinking, but based on his personality, it was not difficult to guess Akabane's next goal.
As expected…
"Sensei, where do we stay for the night?"
He hasn't taken a proper rest for some time, and it was almost noon. Akabane wants to find some nice place to sleep tonight.
Practicing this new ninjutsu could come later. Well, I'll just let my clone draw the next chapter. The most suited task for me right now is to take a rest.
"Don't worry. You can continue to practice your genjutsu."
Hiruzen said with a dense smile.
"..."
Akabane sneered.
He turned around and walked outside the courtyard.
"I'll see how the comics are selling."
There is always a place to find a caravan, which is more comfortable than standing here all day.
"..."
This kid just needs to be more diligent.
Hiruzen's expression was stiff, and took a breath after he left.
Akabane left the yard and joined the caravan at the entrance of the village.
Although he is a stranger, because he came out of the patriarch's house, there is no trouble coming out like this.
When he reached the village gate, he finally saw a group of people with Kazama on the side.
"Move the cabinet, yes yes, just put it here!"
Kazama commanded loudly to let people quickly arrange their goods into an abandoned house.
This house was idle for some time, and there was a lot of dust accumulated on it, and it took them a lot of time to clean it.
But…
"What are you putting on?"
Akabane almost threw up when he saw the shop decoration.
"Akabane-san, what bothered you?"
Kazama asked in astonishment.
When he said that, he turned his head and glanced, and he became more suspicious.
No matter how you look at it, nothing felt wrong!
"These decorations are awful. How are we supposed to expect the customers to buy anything from here."
"Do you know what symmetry is?"
Akabane has constipation on his face. He is not an obsessive-compulsive disorder, but their perception of symmetry is a mess, and it insults his characters like a former art student.
This is just a decoration. Does it need to be exaggerated?
Kazama pondered for a long time but still couldn't understand what Akabane meant.
Akabane turned around, then took his pen and paper and quickly drew a sketch.
Afterward, he handed the sketch into Kazama's left hand.
"Press this."
The old man glanced carefully for a while, and then let someone follow this arrangement.
With the sketches on his hand, everyone following his order swiftly.
Before long, the store gradually became neatly arranged
The cabinets are neatly placed on both sides, with a table in the middle, and comics on the top.
"Akabane-san, it is a lot more enjoyable to see this way!"
Kazama left in surprise.
"This is still not enough."
Akabane takes a vintage view from the outside.
He shook his head regretfully, it still missing a few posters.
He pondered for a moment, and he had an idea.
"When you go to publicity, tell those people that not only do they will have a comic to buy, but they can also get a hand-drawn poster at random chances."
Akabane cast hand seals, and the identical shadow clone appeared from his side.
"Okay, I will do it, as you said."
Kazama accepted the task without complaining even if he looked a little confused.
There still a lot member of the Uzumaki Village who wasn't a ninja around the village. This is their target for selling the comics.
So he hurriedly off, holding a comic book, and visited every family house to started promoting it.
In front of the shop, Akabane's shadow clone set up the utensils and sat down to start making posters.
Street performance!
The method that Akabane thought of was to draw in front of everyone that pass by the store to build some curiosity around the villager.
As for him... After moving the comic on the cart, Akabane spread out a few pieces of fabric and lay on it.
"It's a pity that the second volume was still in print when I went here. Otherwise the first and second volumes will be sold together, and that is how I could gain tons of points."
He thought to himself.
Calculating the time, Konoha's second volume should be on sale soon.
But there is no way that he could go back to Konoha now. Hiruzen and Danzo will force him to stay here for the time being.
If he collects enough points to exchange for Sharingan or The Uzumaki's half-immortal vitality, then his survivability will dramatically be improved.
Akabane thought to himself.
Until now, he has never had the chance to use Fire Release or Silent Killing. But in the future, this ninjutsu would come to handy.
"With these peaceful times, I won't need to use this ninjutsu. It is such a shame…"
Akabane lay down on the cart, staring at the trees and flowers.
For him now, lying down and resting are the most precious things. Perhaps tomorrow, he will be given the task to hunt down the rebels just like his other friends.
As things were done, his surroundings gradually calmed down, leaving only the voice of tools that were used by the workers.
Akabane lay on top, slowly became sleepy.
At this moment, the sound of footsteps came from a distance.
Subsequently, these voices became clearer.
Akabane raised his head, and the child rushed from behind.
Only a child?
He froze for a moment. Although children are most likely to be tempted by comics, who will pay for them?
Is it impossible to do a giveaway!
"Akaba-nii, Ojisan was right, you are here!"
Suddenly, a delicate voice came.
Who is this voice belongs to?
 Akabane is slowly raising his head to look at his clone, which was exactly like him.
A bunch of children arrived, and it was Tsukiha that talked.
"Wow, what is your plan now, Sarutobi-sensei…?"
Akabane uncomfortably tried to avoid contact, shrinking his head while quietly using the transformation Jutsu.
However…
"Hey, this is the real Akaba-nii!"
Sweeping his eyes upwards, Akabane was shamefully caught even if he had already transformed.
"Didn't I gave you a comic before?"
He sat up and coughed embarrassingly.
"I came to see you Akaba-nii, but I heard from Kazama-jiisan that you were here."
Tsukiha said.
She came all the way here, and no one seemed to lead the way, which may indicate...
"Her ability is perception!"
He said inwardly.
In the actual comic, Karin possessed the ability of Mind's Eye of the Kagura, which could the user sensed chakra from an exceptional distance with great detail.
This is indeed a huge benefit for the side that the user chooses on the battlefield.
Akabane became worried. In his mind, the Third Hokage, Danzo, etc. flashed by.
These people someday will know, and I am afraid that they will not let her spend her life easily.

I, Akabane was graduated from the university of arts & design in the 21st century then suddenly traversed into the Naruto’s world, by bringing my knowledge of arts and my love of Naruto comic I decided to recreate Naruto comic here…
[Ding! Comic System has been activated!]
Great! Ninjutsu? Kekkei Genkai?
As long as I can draw more comics, I would be unmatched!
…Or am I?
This novel was translated by SystemTranslation, please visit their site for more chapters.

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