Veteran wizard Greylsan Amberglass, ostensibly on a mission to gather chronicles from The Fourth Council's entowered wizards, follows the trail of a doomed borderland margrave in search of his corrupted and dying land's missing Arcory Stones. The search leads him through the Alliance of the Thirteen Greater and Lesser Kingdoms to some uncomfortable truths about how the magic is being conducted in the kingdoms and disturbing answers to own his personal quest.

Sometimes being famous, isn’t everything...

My name is Jay Black or perhaps John Black, 

and this my story.

The day was going by routinely. 

Wake up. Eat breakfast. Get ready. Go see how the art house was doing.

Life as a single artist wasn't very exciting. The only reason she went out instead of staying home creating was to oversee how business was doing in her art house. Various pieces of art that spanned her career stayed in the House; pieces of art that brought her millions in every year.

She lived, breathed, and bled art; from working on commissioned paintings to freelancing her jewelry designs, there was nothing she couldn't do using the power of her imagination and her hands as conduits. Placing the ideas in her mind into reality had always come easy to her and it was a gift that she tirelessly honed to be the best it can be. 

She had almost everything she ever wanted in her life.

Life was good. Life was normal. Life was life. Until it wasn't.

Screeeeeech-

...

"Oh no! I hope Little Miss wakes up soon," a weepy voice cried out. "What are we going to tell the Master and Madam?"

"It was an accident," another voice said calmly, her clear voice resonating throughout the room. "I'll continue staying by her side, please inform the Master and Madam what happened today."

Elaina was confused. Master and Madam? When had she ever known anyone who had titles like that?

With a throbbing resonating from her forehead, Elaina slowly opened her eyes. What she saw shocked her.

Pink frills and crown molding are what met her eyes instead of the clinical hospital room she thought she was in. Instead of a medical bed, a huge king-sized bed with pink bedding surrounded her with sturdy dark wood pillars and a pink canopy covering the whole bed. Stuffed animals were scattered along the walls of the room, all the toys varying sizes and design, emphasizing the youth of the room's owner.

Big bay windows draped in white curtains let in gentle rays of sunlight in. There was an ornate door opposite the bed and towards the right of the room lay a plain black door while the left had wooden double doors. A wooden chest lay in front of the bed where the top of it lay slightly ajar with hints of toys shining through. A white table lay near one of the walls with a huge bay window next to it overlooking the grounds below.

Why am I here, thought Elaina. What is happening?

"Little Miss, are you feeling alright?" the person with the clear and calm voice gently asked her. She looked at Elaina with unwavering black eyes and a gentle but serious face. From the clothes she was wearing, a black and white maid's uniform, Elaina guessed that this lady was a maid for whatever house she was currently in.

"Are you talking to me?" Elaina asked confused, wondering what in the world was happening.

"Are you okay Little Miss?"

Little Miss?

Elaina took a death breath and looked down. Instead of adult hands, she saw children sized hands. Her entire body was proportionate to that of a 5-year-old; it was no longer the 30-year-old she previously was.

What happened to me?

After looking around the room once more, Elaina covertly pinched herself. From the immediate pain that flooded her, she knew she was not dreaming. Somehow, she had changed bodies from her previous 30-year-old adult self to a now 5-year-old child. 

After her pounding headache, Elaina finally understood what happened. She had been transmitigated into another world. This world was almost like medieval societies in her previous world but had the added bonus and marvel of having magic to help with daily needs. The main power in this world was magic; people lived, breathed, and practiced magic. 

Magic stones helped bring water to the bathroom. Transportation circles allowed people to transport from different places to another place instantaneously. All technology ran on magic lines.

Instead of a democracy, a monarchy ruled this land. The Aerus Empire spanned the cold north, the eastern plains, the desert north, and the western jungles. At the center of the empire lived the Capitol; the place where all the Royal Family and the 10 Noble Families lived year-round.

Elaina was now the precious daughter of one of these 10 Noble Families; the Leonel family was one of the oldest families in Aerus. 

Her parents and current heads of the family are Lyson and Eliza Leonel. Lyson is a Star General, one of four generals sworn to protect the outer regions of the empire, and is famous for doting on his family. He lives inside the capitol for half a year and the other half of the year is spent in the south where his army is stationed.

Eliza Leonel is a renowned beauty and scholar. Not only did she have a beauty that could destroy cities, but her academic and martial knowledge was second to none. Her temperance made her seem like she was kind and genteel, but behind her smiling face lay a mind like no others.

Together both Eliza and Leonel brought even more fame and acclaim to the Leonel clan. Apart from one other family, the Leonel clan lay just underneath the Imperial family.

Eliza and Leonel only have one child. Eliana Leonel. Since she was their only child, Elaina was very much doted upon by her parents and servants. Like her mother, she inherited silky black locks dark as night, an angelic cherub face with rosy red cheeks, and beautiful glowing blue eyes that peeked behind frayed bangs. At a mere 5 years old, other people were already predicting that she would surpass her mother in looks and become a beauty like no other. 

The current Elaina did not look as angelic at this moment; she was overwhelmed with the information that flowed through her and the knowledge that she was now in a new world. 

What should she do?

"Little Miss? Are you okay?" the maid asked softly, concerned that the little miss had a frown on her face and her uncharacteristically quiet demeanor. 

Elaina looked at her for a second, waiting for the onset of memories to tell her who this was. The person in front of her was her personal maid and caretaker named Lily. Lily was young, only 15 years old, but because she was a fifth-generation maid and her family was extremely loyal to the Leonel clan, she rose to the status of maid and caretaker for the little miss.

Lily was a petite young woman, standing prim and proper next to her bedside wearing the standard maid attire. Her brown hair was tied back into a neat bun and her face was devoid of any makeup. She had black eyes the seemed to peer into your very soul and lightly rose dusted cheeks. She stood straight with perfect posture, hands in front and intertwined and feet closed together.

She had been around for her whole life and was very loyal to Eliana. Loyalty meant the most to the Leonel clan; it was okay to not have the best skills, but it was not okay to not be loyal.

"Huh? Oh, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" she asked with a concerned tone in her voice. 

"Yes, I'm sure. Can I have some water please?" Elaina needed her out of the room so that she can have a stronger confirmation on the influx of knowledge she received. 

"I will go downstairs to get you some water. Please stay in the bed Little Miss, you still have not recovered from your injury."

Injury?

Elaina smiled at her and nodded her head. She'll figure out what injury and what happened to cause it after Lily left.

Lily looked at Elliana for a second longer, as if affirming that she would stay in the bed, before bowing and walking out of the bedroom. As soon as the door closed, Elaina ripped the throw off her body and went off the bed. 

She walked to a full-length mirror on the wall and inspected her new self. Like her memories informed her, she was now a 5 year-old-child with silken black locks. Long, thick black eyelashes surrounded her icy blue eyes that seemingly glowed. Blood red lips and rosy cheeks adorned her face, making her look angelic even with the current frown on her face. A frilly white nightdress adorned her body that emphasized how cute she looked.

A little white cloth can be seen behind her head. Elaina bunched up her hair and looked at her injury using the mirror. Part of her neck and head was wrapped in the bandage, a light pink seeping through the wrapping. She thought long and hard and waited for the information to come to her.

That's right, I was playing with some of the dogs before one of them accidentally got too excited playing with me before it pounced on me and caused me to fall backward, injuring the back of my head on a rock. It was a painful experience, but she hoped the dog did not suffer any consequences for its exuberance. 

After looking at her mirror and confirming that she indeed was another person in another world, Elaina investigated the rest of the room. The door opposite the bed was the way in and out of the room, so Elliana went to the right door first.

The black doors contained the bathroom. This bathroom was enormous, bigger than what a 5-year-old needs, and had everything one could ever want. It contained the standard sink and toilet, although it ran on magic to get rid of any waste that entered it instead of a plumbing system, and a massive shower area enclosed with detailed frosted glass. Little in it interested Elaina, so she went to the last door in the room.

A soft pitter-patter of feet could be heard as she gently ran across the room, eager to see the closet that presumably lies behind these doors.

Correct in her guess, opening the door opened a heaven dreamed of by little girls. Various dresses and outfits adorned the walls, the more ornate ones hanging by themselves showcasing the design. Jewelry lay in neat boxes alongside one of the walls, with different drawers containing a hidden treasure. The whole room was twice the size of the bathroom and chockfull of clothes, accessories, and shoes meant for her. It seemed like she could wear everything in the room for a year and not have to repeat a single outfit. 

It was nice to know that in this life, she was born into wealth.

A gentle knocking could be heard from the door and Elaina quickly ran back into her bed and dove underneath the covers.

"Come in." 

"Please excuse this maid for coming in," Lily said as she brought in a cart with water and a tray of snacks. 

She wheeled the cart into the room and brought it beside the bed. "The cooks were worried that you were not able to eat lunch, so they had me bring some food over in case you were hungry."

"That was very nice of them, please convey my thanks to them, Lily."

"Of course, Little Miss." Lily brought out a bed tray from underneath the cart and placed it gently on Elaina's lap. She placed a plate in front of her before loading on little finger sandwiches, fresh fruit, and a fresh cup of water. 

"Please eat up and enjoy your meal."

"Thank you, Lily. Do you know where my parents are?"

"Master and Madam are currently in a meeting. They have been informed about what happened to you and will come by to see you as soon as they can."

"I hope they won't take too long."

"I'm sure they'll be here before you finish your meal. Little Miss, please make sure to finish all the food, I must finish my duties. I will come back in 2 hours, please continue staying on the bed until I come back," Lily said to me before bowing and exiting the room once again.

I guess it's a waiting game until I see my new parents and figure out what I want to do in this life.

Elaina only knew how to do one thing: make money. Due to a previous trauma, she lived her life with the sole focus of making as much money as she could with the art that she designed. From awe-inspiring paintings to intricate and ornate jewelry to beautifully handcrafted teapots, she did it all. 

By the time she was 30, she had saved up quite a nest for herself. It wasn't enough, however, and so Elaina kept on working every day to build it up even more. It took one fateful day for her entire life to change. 

Aerus is an empire unlike anything on Earth. It lives in a different world where magic runs rampant and free and people are not divided by the color of their skin; instead it's by how much magic potential one holds.

What do you mean I have magic now? I'm just an above average magician? That's okay, I can make money using art. 

What do you mean the kid I saved is the son of the emperor? I just wanted to live my life peacefully making money! I don't want to be an empress!

I promise I'll follow you to hell and back with a smile.

Looking forward to seeing Billy and learning more words was the only thing that got Hazel through the day. Each day here blended together. 
In the morning there was group therapy. Hazel never participated because she couldn't speak but she also didn't like hearing about the scary things the other girls said. Somebody always had to leave the room crying. 
After group therapy was art time. It was the only part of the day Hazel actually liked. They were supposed to draw what they were feeling but she preferred drawing pretty things that she knew were outside, like flowers and butterflies. 
The other girls drew a lot of black things. Hazel didn't like the color black. She preferred pink and yellow and green. The nurse always berated her for drawing pretty things instead of how she really felt. 
What was she supposed to draw? Her mother's dead body? The bloody knife? Or the horrible, crooked-toothed smile of the killer? It was better to draw nice things. 
Lunch came after art, then individual therapy, yard time, more individual therapy, free time (which Hazel also spent drawing), dinner, and visiting hours. Hazel never had any visitors. Most kids didn't but there were a few who got regular phone calls from family living a few hours away. 
After dinner they got sponge baths since regular ones were a waste of water and were expected to go to bed at 8 PM sharp. It always took Hazel much longer than that to fall asleep, even with the sleeping pills. 
She sighed wearily. It was only free time right now. There was still a long way to go before she could see Billy. 
Hazel pulled out the crayons—they weren't allowed to have markers because of stains or colored pencils because of the time a kid stabbed a nurse with one—and wondered what to draw. Billy's golden eyes came to mind. 
She had never seen a color quite like that. Her father's hazel eyes had been more on the green side. 
The moon and stars poured out of her crayons across a dark blue sky. This little 24 pack of crayons didn't have gold but it did have a dandelion yellow, which would have to suffice. Billy's eyes and toothless grin ended up on the face of the moon. 
"Why would the moon have yellow eyes? That's weird," Cindy, the girl who bit the nurse, scoffed over Hazel's shoulder. 
Hazel ignored her and continued to draw. Despite knowing she couldn't speak, Cindy didn't like being ignored and snatched the drawing away. 
Fury she hadn't felt in a long time bubbled up towards the surface. Normally Hazel was rather apathetic about everything. How dare she? What right did she have to steal that drawing? 
Her little hand reached out to take it back but a cruel smile lit Cindy's features. She had something bad in mind. Before Hazel could do anything to stop her, the drawing had been ripped into a bunch of tiny pieces and thrown into the air like confetti. 
"You're so lame, mute girl!" Cindy yelled. "Nobody likes you!"
Hazel wanted to say that nobody liked Cindy either but the words wouldn't come out. It wasn't being mean; it was the truth. Nobody here liked each other at all. 
She did the only thing she could and launched herself at the other girl with flying fists. Cindy screeched and tried to defend herself but it was as if Hazel was possessed by the ghost of a boxer. 
"Help!" she cried pathetically. "The mute went crazy!"
Nurse Moore heard the commotion and despite Hazel's burst of strength, was able to restrain her easily. That was the difference between a child and an adult. She shrieked wordlessly, wanting to be set free, but it was useless. 
Hazel was taken to the isolation room. She hadn't been in here for at least a few months. She wanted to cry. The isolation room was locked from the outside. She would never be able to meet with Billy now!
No amount of kicking or screaming could stop her from being locked up. A single tear slid down her cheek as she slumped against the padded wall in defeat. 
Isolation always lasted a minimum of 24 hours. Not only was Hazel locked in, she was guarded by an orderly. Security guards patrolled the isolation wing more often too. There was no way she was getting out of here. 
Billy would think she abandoned him. He probably wouldn't bother trying to meet her again after being stood up. Even if she did see him at yard time later on she didn't have the words to explain herself. 
He would be angry for sure. Everyone was always angry with her here. Cindy had been right—nobody liked her.
It wasn't always like this. Her parents loved her. She was friends with other kids at her preschool and some of her parents' friends' children. But nobody wanted a mute. Her uncle certainly hadn't. 
The only one who had treated her like a real person since her life had been ruined was Billy. And now she had lost even that. 
There wasn't a bed in isolation. There wasn't even a bathroom. They checked on you every so often to see if you needed to go and strictly escorted you there so escape was impossible. 
Isolation was for the violent kids. There wasn't a single thing in this room but padding on the walls, floor, and door. A single Plexiglas window let the guards know if patients were trying to hurt themselves or needed to use the restroom. 
Aside from food and bathroom breaks, those in isolation were alone with the whiteness. Hazel hated that whiteness. 
White was supposed to be a pure color, like freshly fallen snow. Nothing was pure about this place. 
If she ever got out of the hospital…when she grew up she would make sure there wasn't a single white wall in the house. Not even the ceiling. White would only remind her of here. 
She sighed and closed her eyes. She was in for a very long night.

“I’ll marry anyone who will take me!” Hazel declared loudly. “I don’t need love!”

“Get down!” Will hissed. “You don’t know what kind of people are lurking around in here! Talking like that might get you killed!”

==

Hazel Dixon thought she was putting her troubled past behind her. But when the person she thought she trusted most betrays her, she loses her head and proposes to an entire bar full of strangers. 

Enter Will Sheffield, a charming stranger who decides to take her up on her offer to save her from herself. 

He spoils her rotten without expecting anything in return and Hazel's confusion only grows. She doesn't know why he is acting this way. Or why he reminds her so much of the 'dangerous' childhood friend she thought was gone forever...

A hockey stick rested on her shoulders as one hand opened the door. The key sunk into the key hole, turned slightly and the door swung open letting her into the nice and comfy home that was once her refuge. The place reminded her of the days of laughter and gloom sometimes. Sometimes sleepless nights of passion and other times just calm acquiescence as they worked. It reminded her of calm days that no one talked yet both found a sense of peace because they were together. Days of pranks as she was tickled when all she wanted to do was run to the bathroom to be relieved. Late phone calls at night that was dismissed. 
The hockey stick swung down on the glass table leaving a web of cracks when she recalled the late phone calls. A flower vase made of clay landed on the floor breaking into smithereens. A cup left on the table during the morning rush shook and landed on the floor, breaking into two. Another swing and the table crashed down. The lawyer in her forgot the vocabulary vandalism, trespass and breaking and entry. It wasn't trespass if she had a key, right? That consolation riled her up as she climbed on the sofa and crushed the picture frames of his travel photos. The hockey stick swept through the glasses as she lightly dragged it on the floor. A face scrunched in contemplation seemed to guide her slow quiet steps to a painting. Her heart rose in thrill, a wicked smile plastered her face as her hands reached out for the precious painting. The painting was unlatched from the wall and carefully placed on the sofa set. Its beauty got distorted as her heart glowed in satisfaction with every swing of the hockey stick. 
♫It's a little bit too late to say that you are sorry now, you kicked me into the ground...♫
The phone sought her attention. It was a delivery notification. Perfect! She let the hockey stick down and strode to the door, opening it slightly and taking the box after confirming and paying for the delivery. Online shopping can be quite convenient at times like this, she mused. She had just gotten started. The box was settled on the sofa with the smashed painting as she headed to the cabinet containing his lovely collection of wine. Nope, she did not have the strength to open the cabinet but she had enough energy to swing a hockey stick at it. The cabinet door crushed, a hand slid the remnants of the door aside, ignoring the resulting scratches and cuts by the glass on her hands. May be a little first aid won't hurt; she grabbed one bottle of red wine, opened it and poured it on her hand as she strolled to the bathroom to take a bucket. The wine swirled from the bottle to her hand and landed on the floor, staining both the tiles and carpeted areas. The emptied wine bottle flew to the wall, crushing and scattering on the floor. Non-nonchalantly, she dropped bottle after bottle of wine into the bucket she picked from the bathroom. Wine seeped from the bottles and streamed into the bucket. After half crashing bottles and half pouring the wine into the bucket, she carried it to the bedroom. May be a cocktail will do, she thought as she passed the kitchen. The watermelon that was lying on the kitchen counter was smashed and swept into the wine bucket. Bananas were peeled and thrown into the cocktail bucket. Exquisite! She smiled as she poured the contents on the well-made bed. She stood aside to admire her work of art that seeped through the bed covers, sheets and blanket.
He painted the town red with an engagement; she would paint his house rainbow. The delivery box contained enamel paint in all the colours of the rainbow. Arcobaleno! She retrieved the paint and poured it whenever she walked, from the sofas in the sitting room to the bed mat by the wet bed. The fruit flies that had already gathered on the bed were picturesque, she thought. Yellow paint ran down the smart TV and smudged evenly to completely cover it. As a finishing touch, she spray painted the wall, drawing a joker-face caricature. Under it was written the words '5 years of a joke summed by one day of this joke. Stay humored. Oh, I took the lap'. If five years was a joke that could end in one day, then this one day was hers to also humor him. 
She threw the spray can down after further doodles and a notice that she had taken his laptop as payment. The hockey stick was abandoned in the wreckage while she stepped out of the room like the O.G, a laptop bag on her shoulder and the sounds of Ludacris' 'move bitch get out of the way' bursting through her earphones. Her kinky hair puffed up carelessly and came together at the back, tamed by a thin black hair bobble with silver colored balls. The hair bobble's black strands camouflaged with her hair as the silver balls gave it the right amount of color. Tiny wisps of hair scattered at the front, complementing her rough look. As she looked up with her lively eyes, the round and white globes accentuated by dark pupils pierced through everyone, uninviting. A smile drew one to her round face with chubby cheeks and sepia brown lips lightly touched by gloss. A white off-shoulder chiffon shirt contrasted the black high waist short that flattered her curves, neither being too tight nor too loose. The ground seemed to be frozen by every confident step she made, brown timberland boots settling on her feet like they were meant for each other.
Whoa, such a satisfying feeling!
And such little courage to go crazy, she thought sadly as she was drawn back to her breakfast and her reality. The reality of anger on a leash, bridled anger.

Stories the whole world can identify with. Stories from my kind of world.

The afternoon found me in Kross's bathroom, conducting a thorough investigation that included the inside and back of the water tank. I found nothing there. I moved on to examine the contents of his bathroom cabinet; I'd learned this advanced search technique from a woman who claimed she could instantly decipher a man from his cabinet contents (she dove into people's lavatories the way a cat dives into a garbage can). But all I discovered was a small bottle of Bayer's Aspirin, Dettol, and cotton wool.

I did not expect to uncover a bag of cocaine, or maybe some pharmaceutical drug that would turn out to be the standard treatment for manic schizophrenics. But I did hope to find some kind of clue that would tell me more about the kind of man he was. All I found out was that Kross enjoyed own-toothbrush-and-shaving-gear status with the Sharon in Vancouver - he'd left his behind - which felt slightly reassuring.

I re-emerged into the living room, blinking at the yellow glare from the western window. I had already had a look around the big room, and knew that Kross's laptop was missing (which didn't distress me – I was far from being a computer ace, and he was bound to use a password anyway). I spent a couple of extra minutes circling the room with the African statuette in my hand – I really liked it, it was simply good art. There were miscellaneous odds and ends here and there - telephone book, a notebook-sized blank writing pad, BIC pen, roll of scotch tape, a few magazines (two about firearms!) and a couple of paperbacks (both thrillers).

In desperation I started going through the phone book, looking for numbers circled in red etc. but gave up fairly quickly, feeling stupid and helpless. I was becoming increasingly convinced I wouldn't find anything of any interest in Kross's flat. He wouldn't be so generous with the key otherwise, would he? What an inspired move on his part! Giving me that key was an excellent way to convince me of his candor, and that the treasure was for real.

I searched the kitchen next, getting nothing except maybe a quick taste of things to come when I poked my hand behind the fridge and a fucking big spider ran out along my arm. I hit it with my other hand so hard that I hurt myself, and spent a grisly couple of minutes washing off its mashed remains in the kitchen sink. When I opened the fridge and saw the aguardiente - a lethal-looking clear liquid in a plain, heavy bottle topped by a twist cap.

That left the bedroom. I hadn't felt particularly guilty about poking around in the public and semi-public parts of Kross's flat, but the bedroom - that definitely was private space. I hesitated for quite a while. Then I consulted the statuette - I picked it up, and looked into its eyeslits, and it said yes. I had a final, brief hope that the bedroom door would be locked, absolving me from further action. But it swung freely upon turning the doorknob, and I stepped inside.

It was dark in there, thanks to the drawn curtains and a huge, ancient wooden wardrobe that took up almost an entire wall. The wardrobe was complemented by an equally ancient chest of drawers. There was no bed, and for a silly moment I imagined Kross reclining in mid-air, as practiced by all the top witch doctors.

I crossed to the window, pulled the curtains back, and noticed an evil-looking hook screwed into the wall right next to the window, at hip height. I turned round and immediately saw the netting of the folded hammock. It hung from another hook screwed into the opposing wall. It had been hidden from view by the wardrobe. I found the hammock disturbing. A strong preference for sleeping in a hammock might not rate as an item on a psychiatrist's checklist, but like other eccentricities it did raise a tiny question mark.

I felt myself frowning as I ran an eye over the rest of the room. There was a small table - actually an ancient card table, its top was inset with green felt. There was a big, ugly wooden chair that undoubtedly ranked as an antique on my youthful continent. I walked up to examine it, and noticed a very long black hair hanging from the top backrest bar. It couldn't be Kross's, and it certainly wasn't mine. It looked a lot like Donna's hair, only it was longer. It put me on alert, and before opening any drawers I carefully scanned them for hairs strategically trapped between the drawer lip and the chest frame, a technique meant to reveal secret prying: I remembered reading about it in one of Ian Fleming's James Bond novels.

I opened the bottom drawer first, as recommended by all secret agents. The bottom drawer was empty; so was the next one. The third one up contained maybe half a dozen T shirts in white and olive green, and around ten spotlessly white jockey underpants. The top drawer contained socks: around a dozen pairs of knee-length hose.

I opened the ancient wardrobe next. The contents consisted of the pair of camo pants that I'd seen him wear while jogging, two pairs of jeans (one blue, one black), a pair of dark grey flannels, six or seven long-sleeved shirts (white and light blue), a couple of sweatshirts (black, grey) and the grey cable-knit sweater that he'd worn during our drinking session. A thin fistful of ties hung from the clotheshook on the inside of the wardrobe door: all were black. There were no suits or jackets. I wondered about that for a little while; it was odd that he didn't own any.

I closed the wardrobe, feeling exasperated that I'd failed to find anything that would tell me more about Kross. Then I had a brainwave: I lay down on the floor, and looked under the chest of drawers and the wardrobe.

The wardrobe had a curvy, curlicued wooden skirt; I couldn't see a thing. I gritted my teeth and thrust my hand into the darkness. I touched wood, and almost instantly encountered something. It felt like a small rectangle of stiff, thick paper, fastened to the underside of the wardrobe with a piece of tape. I memorized its exact location, and pulled it free.

It was a business card. The front identified Mark Kross as a Consultant with Vanguard Security Services of 5, Ash Lane, WC1, London, England. The logo - a blade cutting through darkness - could equally well represent a manufacturer of lawnmowers. I decided I would call the phone number listed and ask a couple of discreet questions, but when I turned the card over I changed my mind.

The back of the card featured a single word, written in blue capital letters:

GOTCHA!

It was painfully obvious that he'd left it there for me.

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What do you do when you've just lost your job, your wife, your home?
The answer is simple: you go looking for treasure in Africa.
NOTE: This is a completed novel I wrote a long time ago.

"Hey dad can I come to your office?" A young, 9 year old girl comes to his bedroom as he works on his notebook. "You had told me a lot of stories about your workplace and yet despite promising me that I would eventually get to see your workplace, you still haven't let me in. It's already the December holidays, would you let me go and take a look just for a bit?" 
"Shelly look, daddy is busy so I won't be able to let you in. I suggest you instead do your science." Her dad responded.
"But dad..." Just as she asked, her mom steps in carrying a cup of coffee. As she places the cup on the table, she tells him, "She is just a little child Darren, she won't do much harm..."
"But Clara..." Darren reluctantly said as he closes his notebook. He thinks to himself silently for a moment before he finally decides to allow her to go to Shelly's delight.

As he and Shelly got out from their car after a long trip to a heavily guarded facility, Darren requests her to not touch anything which she agreed, entering the large building with the name ARDENT INDUSTRIES. Inside it was a large complex with a small atrium. The interior was boring with only the use of white, black and red and futuristic furniture that is somewhat cringy. He turns to his right, using a key card to access the facility. He was greeted by many security guards, constantly stating that he brought her for personal reasons and promised that he won't show her too much to the security guards' fears (They were tasked by the government to keep the program secret). Through the long corridors, he enters a large room, as large as the school hall in her primary school and possibly even larger due to how dark the room was. It was filled with all sorts of weird equipment with lots of piping and large cylinders leading throughout the room. As he flipped a switch on a wall, lights lit up to reveal stairs to the next floor, with a tap of his key card, he enters a room filled with furniture from a normal office before settling down in presumably his own office after several minutes of walking.

With his computer and a black 1MDB thumb drive which he brought out from his pocket, he quickly start up the computer using the code : H31978E
She stares at the code his dad had entered wondering with she should remember the codes and decides to remember it since the naive girl she was back then worried that he would forget the codes. And tries to remember even more of them when he enters the main site, typing in numerous codes. He fiddled with the computer, before plugging out the thumb drive and closing the computer. As he said: "Let's go home, Shelly"

"Shelly"
"Shelly"
"Shelly"
"Shelly wake up"
She wonders why it continued before she realized it's her friend calling out to her. She opens her eyes, seeing her friend staring at her, concerned if she is fine. "Shelly you alright? You looked extremely tired." Her friend, Zoe asked in concern. "I'm ok Zoe." Shelly replies. Zoe was a female with short hair and unlike Shelly, she is short (Sometimes Shelly had to come in to help her since she is constantly teased by the boys) and isn't into sports. She is a fanatic of dresses and often posts herself doing poses on Instagram (Despite both Shelly's and her parents objections). She also hates sports and loves art. "Look maybe is because stay up late at night to do homework." Shelly said. "Hey don't stress yourself out too much, anyway it is almost time for your community service." Zoe reminded her as she sighed, placing her bag in class as they parted ways.

After they returned from the old folks home, she went to take her bag just as she received a message from her mom stating 5 hours ago. "Sorry Shelly, note that you would have to cook dinner yourself. Your father and I are going to a private celebration and would return late at night. So do your homework before you go to bed alright sweetheart." She felt a little happier. Back when she was a child, her parents forced her to go for several activities and tuitions, hoping that she would get better grades. This free time would let her not think about anything else. As she walked home she doesn't realize a white slime blob leaked from her bag and into the sewers. It travels into the piping of her parents house. He peeks through a gap in the floor, seeing her going into her bedroom before coming out with a new pair of clothes as she went into the bathroom. It sneaks down to the living room where it pressed the remote control showing off the latest news.

" Good evening everyone, I'm your host Jaclyn and this is the latest news. Earlier today, famed scientists Darren and Clara Koh were killed in a well planned attack during a private company celebration. Police has yet to find out who murdered them along with their intentions, but is seeking witnesses who could identify these men in this picture." The news anchor announced as it stared at the picture, seeing three masked men wearing black suits carrying duffel bags. It quickly slid back into the gap, quickly sliding back up with haste to the bathroom Shelly was at. 

Shelly has wondered what she would want to do with this free time. She thinks of whether she should play on her League of Legends account to let off steam or do some exercises to improve her fitness as she listened to Monster from EXO. She sat down in the bathtub as the water trickle down her hair and onto her skin as she decides on her next move. Suddenly she realized the 'water' is starting to rise, she tries to tug free but is unable to do so as the 'water' became murky. The slime then started forming together to form a white sleek looking male. It looks as though he has been through the gym several times and could go one on two with Chuck Norris and Bruce Lee at the same time without breaking a sweat. He stood at seven foot tall as he showed off his disgusting human parts and looked almost human if not for his white colored facial features and skin along with his sleekness. It tries to make contact by saying, "Hi my name is Hektor..." but before he could say anything else, she starts screaming, swearing as she flayed around the slimy bathtub. He then settle down, turning half of this body along with his disgusting body parts back into slime as he use his arms to hold her in place, trying to calm her down. 

"Look Shelly I know that you may think I'm weird and that I'm a pervert, but I can assure you that I'm not here for that. Also your life is at stake. The authorities has killed your parents and are coming for you." As Shelly finally settled down, still at an unease with a white entity in front of him, she questions him stating if that is even true ( She hates fake news) . He then took her phone from the basin and surfs the net, showing her actual news footage from many news channels. As she watches the footage, her face grows to that of utter horror as she cried bitterly. "Look there isn't any time to cry despite your parents deaths. They are coming for you." Hektor persuades Shelly as she agreed to do so, rubbing off her tears, wearing her white tank top and her yoga pants as she dried herself of her tears.

Hektor then comes close by, slithering onto her body, informing her of the extra layer of protection she would get along his existence in her brain. She reluctantly agrees, before screaming in pain as Hektor slithered into her skin, clothes and into her body before it was over. She opens her eyes to see the bathroom clean of slime. She stands up to see a even stronger woman in the mirror. Her figure looked even better than before. Her hair is now longer with a larger bust and hip, but is compensated with more muscle on her shoulders and legs. She was somewhat impressed of herself as Hektor informs her to quickly get her stuff and leave. "As nice as I look now, why are they silencing me just like my parents?" She gets out of the bathroom, taking her bag and wallet along with her green jacket and cap hung on the wall in her bedroom as she asked Hektor.
 "Do you still remember if you went to your dad's office?" She nods as she heads downstairs. Listening to what he said. "They want to silence you next because they feel you know to much." 
"About what?" Shelly asks as she place a lighter,matchsticks and cups of noodles into her bag.
"No time to explain. You got 20 seconds." Hektor warns as she hear sirens nearby. She quickly runs towards the kitchen door, busting through it as she runs through the garden, slipping through the fence and onto an alleyway. Just then, she hears men shouting, saying to search the whole house. She watches as she runs through the alleyway. "Where do go now" Shelly asks Hektor as she heads down the long alleyway. "Follow me" Hektor told Shelly as he directed her to another alleyway.

When experiments go wrong, it can change people in many ways. 
Dwayne your weird kid at school who is often bullied at school after a tragedy. One day he encounters Bryony, a slime from an experiment gone wrong and offers his help. Soon he gets dragged into the action. What situations would he encounter? And how would he solve them? You would find out in this book.(This book is a work in progress, expect changes in any chapters)

A Beautiful figure crashed in the room of Ling Yun. A 16-17 year old girl, whole body covers with white ancient clothes torn here and there,  barely covering the important parts of the girl.  Two jade white feet,  slender long legs,  short white skirt above the thigh,  weak willow tree like waist as if will break at the slightest touch. 

Certainly,  the chest apartment of the beauty was lacking.Her breasts as could be seen through the the white tattered clothes were obviously B+ or C. 

But what was most astonishing was not all this,  the girl's hair were not the usual black but pinkish red giving a soul stealing glamour to her. Red eyelashes and eyebrows,  oval face making one unable to bear want to touch. 

Yes,  our Ling Yun is no saint or court eunuch, He stepped forward absent mindedly and stretched out his left hang to touch the face of girl. As soon as his hand touched the girl's face,  his hand felt a burning pain. 

"Duck,  she is poisoned. Who is cruel enough to poison such a beauty. " Feeling the pain awoke ling yun . Just as he wanted to retract his hand back,  the girl suddenly opened her eyes and grabbed ling Yun's hand with her delicate white hands and broke by biting ling Yun's finger.  She sucked crazily his blood without showing any sign to stop. 

Slowly,  ling Yun lost the strength to revolt and helplessly watched as the girl ducked his blood. 

Luckily,  he was a cultivator and could tolerate the massive blood loss. Sky Poison Pearl to purify the poison otherwise his hand will have burned with just contact with the girl's skin. 

Unconsciously,  Ling Yun's gaze fell on the eyes of the girl,  her eyes were same red as her hairs. These eyes seemed to have a soul pulling strength which Sucked ling yun  into it. 

Not known how long this situation continued,  she suddenly released his finger, changed to a white light and vanished in the body of ling Yun. 

Ling Yun might have thought it a dream if not for the girl's clothes lying on the ground and a huge hole in the ceiling of his room. 

The wound on the finger under the regenerative strength of dragon's body soon healed. Remembering the inner space of Sky Poison Pearl, Ling Yun with a thought made his spirit body enter the pearl. There was the spirit body of the girl naked covered by the thin veil of green light.  This light was the purifying power of Sky Poison Pearl. 

Ling Yun covered his eyes with both hands and peeked through the gaps of the finger only to see red curly hairs on the precious garden of the girl.  He soon turned around so as not to blaspheme the beauty. From the corner of his eyes,  he caught the sight of remnant greyish soul of Luo De. 

Not willing to ponder much,  ling Yun, left the Pearl and looked around in his room. It could no longer be called a room anymore though. He waved his hand and the nine cauldron furnace entered inside the infinite space of the Pearl. 

He also threw, Qin Qiuyue's clothes for girl inside the Pearl, and separated the space around the girl. Who knows this old Fogey when collects enough energy and harbour thoughts on the girl. 

Tomorrow was a holiday at school,  therefore the next day,  ling Yun sold the house. Though reluctant to part the place where he had she'd his virginity to his own mother and gotten many treasures,  he still sold it as it was no longer suitable to live anymore. 

Actually,  ling yun  lived in a apartment near school but since Qin Qiuyue had gotten sick, he had shifted here. Though he only live here for two days, it left an unforgettable impression on him. 

This area is under government construction recently and was soon  bought at seasonable price as government was buying land in this area to open a large  mall in collaboration with some Dafa group. Lingyun got 8000 yuan which was pretty reasonable. 

"Big Brother Yun you are back. Is aunt all right now? " Just as ling yun  was going to enter in his apartment,  a young voice entered in his ears. 

Twisting his head,  Ling Yun saw the source of the voice It was a black haired beauty with one meter seven height. Her waist was thin, chest and buttocks curling upwards. Though she put on only ordinary clothes,  her beauty could not be hidden.

This was neighbour Li Na she lived in the next apartment with her mother Xu Mei. Xu Mei was a divorced middle aged woman , her husband abandoned this pair of mother and daughter for a rich beauty. Since then Xu Mei had worked hard day and night to bring up Li Na and also established a reputed company in Susan District. 

Though she was rich now,  She still lived in this middle class apartment with her daughter Li Na. When ling yun once asked her the reason she said that she did not want to forget the days she spent in hardship ,also did not want Li Na to become proud and hold in contempt the poor. Though, Xu Mei was 30 years old she still kept her figure at that of 20 years and was considered a big beauty in the business group.  She would leave home early in the morning, and return at night. For this reason, Li Na many times had dinner in the company of Ling Yun.  Xu Mei was also relieved to know that Li Na was in the care of somebody she knew. 

When she came to know that Ling Yun's mother was sick she also offered to help but proud as Ling Yun was politely refused. She too no longer insisted as due to long years she had come to know of his attitude. 

Li Na this year was 17. Xu Mei had bore her when she was young. Li Na was in the 2nd year of high school. She too studied in Guanyu University, 11-A was the name of her class. Unlike, Ling Yun who was an average student, she was a topper in her grade and everyone had high hopes for her. There were many rumours of boys pursuing her but all of them were rejected by her. 

"Yes,  She is perfect now, already able to exercise. "Ling Yun said as he remembered the last light 'exercise' with her and smiled remembering that flavour. Since, that night,  his nature unknowingly had a change.He turned into a pervert. He put all the blame on the Azure dragon God's blood. Dragon is known as obscene creature, therefore Ling Yun thought so. If made Azure Dragon know ling yun's  thoughts, He might just reincarnate especially to pay a brick on his head. 

Though dragon is obscene, but Ling Yun's change was not related to Dragon's blood but because He himself is perverse due to his Infinity Yang Body which although is a fatal attraction to women but at the same time increases his thirst for women on top of his innately perverted nature. Dragon's blood and that night with Qin Qiuyue only made him more open. 

Just like once you get drunk you will want to drink again and again similarly,  once Lingyun had tasted meat,  he want to have it again and again. 

"Well, do Li Na do you want to eat,  I am going to cook food." Shaking the unusual thoughts,  he asked Li Na, To be honest after cultivation his appetite has increased a lot. Cultivators don't need to eat or drink for months and they can still live but that is closed door cultivators
Ling Yun is a food maniac, picky about food also a extreme level cook. Once who has tasted his food will not be able to extricate themselves. Their tongues will no longer be satisfied with usual food anymore.

Xu Mei had once suggested him to open a restraint or work as a chef but he only wanted to cook for his some special people he replied. Therefore many times,  Xu Mei too will have food with ling yun. 

Before Long Yun was fat but due to cultivation  and inheritance reason,  he has changed appearance. His cute fat face changed to handsome face,  his build turned thin and toned with a masculine aura about him. His height also Changed one meter eight a head taller than Li Na. 

Surprisedly,  Li Na never asked about his change or even expressed shock. This shocked Ling Yun as he carefully looked again at Li Na. But he found no difference, she still was the same LiNa who ling Yun treated as his younger sister. 

"Yes,  I will be happy to eat Big Brother's creation. "As she said she went a step ahead Ling Yun and entered his apartment room. He only helplessly shook his head and followed. No one noticed a sharp glint in the eyes of Li Na. 

The apartment was average, It had, a small TV and sofa, a bedroom, a bathroom and a small kitchen. Later ling yun brought a closet and refrigerator. The apartment was clean and Ling yun headed to kitchen and Li Na  sat on sofa while turning on the TV. 

Soon, Ling Yun prepared soup noodles and placed two bowls on table,  one in front of Li Na other in front of him along with two pair of chopsticks. 

"Ah, Big Brother Yun I want to put some salt in mine please bring me. "Suddenly Li Na asked Ling yun as he prepared to eat. 

Following her request,  Ling Yun entered kitchen and after a while brought some salt and gave it to Li Na:"Here your salt, pretty princess. "

"Thank you." Li Na said and took the salt from ling yun and put some in the soup,  mixed it with chopsticks and started to eat. After finishing she praised:"As expected from big brother Yun,  tasty as usual. "


"Um,  Good." Ling Yun too finished his share and picked up the empty bowls and placed them in kitchen sink. 

Having done all this he came and sat on the sofa beside Li Na and watched the TV.

"Big Brother Yun, I heard you proposed to Luo Qinglin and now you both are a couple. All school was talking about this now. Is this true? "Li Na suddenly asked out of the blue. 

"Yes. Why Do you ask? " Ling yun turned head and answered Li Na, somehow today's LiNa seemed different than usual as for particularly where he could not find. 

"Nothing,  just curious. " Li Na nonchalantly replied and continued: "Did you and Sister lin did that? "

"Did what!?" Ling Yun puzzled. 

"Um, what boyfriend and girlfriend usually do like kissing ,holding hands, and...... s-s-sex?" LiNa spoke blushingly in a soft voice. 

Listening to the first half,  Lingyun was smiling in his heart at the simpleminded and innocent Li Na.But as he heard her last word,  he nearly fell to the ground. 

He placed his hand on the forehead of the Li Na and asked " Today how little LiNa will ask me such, you obviously do not have fever? "

Patting the Ling Yun's hand away Li Na said somewhat aggressively " Answer me! "

"No. " ling Yun's short reply. 

"Oh! Um the effect of aphrodisiac should start appearing by now!" Li Na breathed a sigh of relief as she patted her chest and spoke some dangerous words in a supple way. 

"Eh...  what did you say?" soon as Ling Yun finished his words,  he felt his body becoming hot and dry. Although, Sky poison Pearl Could purify poison it did not have any effect against  Aphrodisiac as it was not poisonous. Like a chain reaction,  the Yang in his body erupted and his eyes became some what red. He ,with his red eyes, stared at LiNa.

LiNa on own initiative kissed Ling Yun's lips and made contact with his tongue. This kiss thoroughly destroyed the last remaining reason in Ling Yun as he started to reciprocate the jerky kiss of Li Na. 

Under the counter attack of Ling yun, LiNa's mind became blank. Little Ling yun below also stood fierce chest out. 

Piece by piece clothes were shed on the ground, Li Na's legs were spread open showing the way to her most deep place, waiting the encroach of it's new lord. 

Ling Yun's artillery did not disappoint the wait and marched into the soft territory tearing the defensive wall obstructing in the way of paradise. As the wall was broken,  Li Na felt intense pain and blood came out through below her. Soon,  the pain changed to pleasure as ling yun started the most basic movement. 

Moans and sound of heavy breathing soon filled the whole apartment. 

An hour later,  Lingyun released his essence into the most deep place of Li Na. LiNa also collapsed on the Bosom of ling yun exhausted and sweat filled both their bodies. 

"Why Li Na? " Ling yun asked as he gently caressed her cheek. The effect of aphrodisiac had left under the long hour movement. 

"I also love you Big Brother Yun.  so I decided to steal you before sister lin. " Li Na weakly answered.

"Oh!" Ling yun Sighed and told whole cultivation thing to Li Na. 

After listening,  she asked " Big brother since you are doomed to have many women then please add my one.  If possible I also want to cultivate, then I can accompany you life long. Hey hey is there a way? "

"Yes,  if you want I will make you a cultivator. First let's go to the room. " As he said,  ling Yun hugged Li Na's naked body and entered the room.  He gently placed her on the bed and made the still hard Little Ling Yun enter the just encroached territory of Li Na.

" I Am still sore from my first time so we can do it later big brother or I will  not be able to walk properly and mom will find out. " who knows when he heard Li Na's words he nearly lost control of his movement and was about to pound  his stick in to most inner deep place of Li Na.

"Do not talk nonsense,  I Am going to make you cultivator but you have  crossed the best age to start cultivation so this is the way. Naturally,  we must be connected so that I can carry out this procedure. so be patient and do not divert my attention." He patted the buttocks of Li Na making her moan lowly and started the process. 

The process was the part the greatest dual cultivation art called 'Yin Yang Art'. It was recorded among various inherited memories of ling yun. It had the effect of washing bone and cutting the marrow and also promoting the great Yin Yang mutual harmony.

Ling yun had also inherited the medicine god's memory and could also carry out the process of washing bone and cutting the marrow by sending his energy in Li Na but this will make her bear intense pain and only make her able to practice cultivation but had to start from the beginning. 

Ling yun did not want to this painful method for LiNa as she was now his woman and it is a man's responsibility to help his woman cross smoothly. This is when 'Yin Yang Art' came to affect.

Ling yun started the process. Li Na felt a warm feeling spread through the place of connection between the two which then started to slowly spread through her whole body. She felt some what itchy but do as not to disturb Ling Yun,  she quietly bore. 

After undergoing washing bone and cutting marrow, Li Na's body became ready for cultivation and under the baptism of Ling Yun's Nascent profound Third level realm energy and 'Yin Yang Art,' Li Na's cultivation base rose at astonishing speed. 

Elementary profound first level, second level, seventh level, tenth level. 

Nascent Profound realm! 

Nascent profound first level!  Nascent profound third level! 

At third level of Nascent Profound level,  the base of Li Na stopped and consolidated in that realm. 

Ling Yun also broke through to Nascent Profound fourth level under the Yin Yang Art. This is the miraculous place of Yin yang art and well distribution and balance between Yin Yang. 

" Oh quite smelly and sticky.  Brother Yun let me bath. " Realising that the process has finished, Li Na separated from the body of  her lover , felt that she was light as  a feather, when a bad smell entered her nose. This was the impurity of body released after  washing of bone and cutting of marrow. Then without waiting for the reply of ling yun, she ran to the bathroom. 

Ling yun too followed her to the bathroom and soon the sound of heavy breathing and Moaning's escaped from bathroom. 

At eight in the night, In ling Yun's bathroom,  two figures laid down in the hot water bathtub, still connected together, exhausted.

"Big brother Yun the feeling of Nascent profound third level is very crisp. " Li Na spat the towards ling yun and cunningly spoke. 

"Clever Nana,  do not use this energy in front of others use it only at important time. Also, after your virgin body was broken,  Your inborn 'Flattering Intent Body' was awakened.  Now I Am giving you this 'Flatters the Art', after you have cultivated it, you will be able to control your flattering intent and even can use this art to confuse other cultivators of their realm is not a great realm or more above you. This will help you in difficult times.Also, now that you are a cultivator pay more attention to your cultivation soon I will try to provide pills to you for faster cultivation. " Ling yun said seriously as he explained the cultivation arts and the world in detail to  Li Na. 

Li Na soon Sat cross-legged in the bathtub and in a short time reached the first level of 11levels of flatters art. The leaking flattering intent collected inside the body of Li Na turning her to as she was before. This flattering intent although is not effective on ling yun due to his Infinity Yang physique but ordinary men and women alike will loose their mind upon contact with the flattering intent of Li Na. 

Really Long Yun has to sigh at the talent of Li Na at cultivation.She reached first level in a few minutes but later practice will be hard. 

"Big Brother Yun,  when will you surrender mom under you? " Li Na opened her eyes and asked. 

"W-what are you talking about?" Ling yun stutters at the sudden question of Li Na. 

"Oh, Big brother Yun, I had long since noticed your desire filled gaze at my mother's chest. He to say again she is D cup but I am only C cup. She is fuller than me. Recently,  we took a bath together and mom's skin is really smooth and her breasts do not sag." Li Na sadly said as she touched her chest. Really Li Na was C and Xu Mei was D cup. Ling Yun had a older lady fetish. And Xu Mei was beautiful too. Remembering Xu Mei's figure,  ling yun secretly swallowed the saliva. 

"Oh! Let nature take it's course." Ling yun said calming the distracting thoughts. Also, according to ling yun,  Xu Mei has not noticed his thoughts.

" Time is Late and mom will be back soon." Li Na said and ling yun and she,  dressed up their clothes and walked to the entrance. 

"Big Brother Yun I support you if you decide to pursue mom,  she recently has paid a lot for me and she too needs dependence of man,  if she has you I too will feel relieved and you can turn her to a cultivator like me and we all can live long life together. Also,  please take care I listened in school that Four Young Masters will come to School Tomorrow. One has been pursuing sister lin for a long time, if he knows you have become a couple, he will surely look for you to cause trouble. " LiNa left the dumbfounded Ling yun with her few words and shut the door walking to her neighbouring apartment.

A boy suddenly encounters cultivation way!what will be his fate? will he overcome challenges and  defy heavens in his way? 

what is heavenly way? his biggest challenge will be girls! since ancient times beauty is hero's tomb! will he be able to conquer beauties!

The story is set in modern world and there is many genere in this novel and length will surely go beyond 1000 -2000 chapters or more but never is less! A BIG HAREM  will be there (20-30 girls till now i have decided later can be more)  

WARNING: PLOT will be similar to many novels, character names will be chinese and many people might have read in other novels!thanks in advance for reading!!!! 0 th chapter will focus on main few genres!

So this is a story I wrote based on a song that I like, Ghosting by Mother Mother from their album O My Heart. I'll write more song based stories to, you can suggest different songs for me to write about or I'll just do my own things. It doesn't matter too much, this might just turn into a writing dump of sorts. Anyway, enjoy!
(I wrote this a while ago, so I'm sorry for any spelling mistakes. Content warning: This his homosexuality, a ghost, and mentions of drowning. Please don't read if you're sensitive to these themes.)


Jeremy had been watching Alex ever since he had died. He was completely infatuated by Alex and everything Alex did. He would follow Alex almost everywhere the boy went, except of course when Alex was using the bathroom. Jeremy may be a ghost, but he wasn't a perve. Although, it didn't matter much anyway because Alex couldn't see Jeremy. 
When Jeremy had died and first found Alex he would try to get the boy to see him. Jeremy would write his name on fogged over windows and on Alex's notebooks. Of course, Alex still couldn't see Jeremy, despite all of his attempts. One night Jeremy had gotten angry at Alex and he knocked the books off of Alex's book shelves, broke the lamp on Alex's nightstand, ripped the pages out of his notebooks, and pushed his mattress off of its frame. Jeremy could still remember the fear in Alex's eyes once he had destroyed his room. After that Jeremy stopped trying to get Alex to see him and instead just watched Alex.
Their day had started off fairly normal, Jeremy sat in Alex's desk chair and watched him sluggishly get out of bed. When Alex began changing his clothes, Jeremy turned the chair around to face away from him, startling Alex in the process. Jeremy cringed at Alex's gasp and the bump of Alex's phone falling from his nightstand to the floor. This happened all the time and Jeremy scolded himself every time it did but he still managed to scare Alex.
Alex sighed and grumbled under his breath, pulling his pants the rest of the way up and walking out of his bedroom to the bathroom. Jeremy stood up from the chair and followed Alex as usual. Alex did his usual routine of combing his hair and brushing his teeth. Jeremy absentmindedly drew his name on the mirror. Alex's eyes widened at the sight of Jeremy's name and he quickly wiped the water off of the mirror and walked out of the bathroom.
Alex walked downstairs with Jeremy not far behind and grabbed a bowl of cereal. Alex's mom smiled at him while she set a bowl of Cheerios in front of Alex's baby sister.
"Alex sweetie, tomorrow can you hand out the candy? Your father and I are taking Ellie around the neighborhood," she asked the question in a way that clearly meant that Alex didn't have a choice.
Alex sighed, "Sure."
"She's only taking Ellie out to use her for candy," Jeremy spoke even though Alex couldn't hear him. He sat in front of Alex on the table. When Alex went to get another bite of cereal he shivered as his arm just went through Jeremy's knee.
Alex put the spoon down and went to grab his backpack.
"I'm going to school Mom!" Alex called out before walking out the door.
Jeremy looked back at the still half full bowl of cereal before floating after him. "You didn't finish your breakfast you know," Jeremy looked to Alex who he was now floating beside, "you should have though. You need to eat more."
"Shut up."
Jeremy stopped in his tracks, his eyes wide. He then ran after Alex, forgetting that he could float.
"You can hear me! Holy- is this even real! Can you really hear me? Why haven't you ever respond-"
"I said shut up!" Alex yelled in Jeremy's general direction, but it was clear that he was looking straight through him. "I'm tired of hearing you everywhere I go! I'm tired of you following me! It wasn't on purpose Jeremy, I'm sorry, ok?  Just leave me alone!" Alex began running to his school with tears in his eyes, running straight through Jeremy in the process and leaving Jeremy stunned. 
He stood still for a few seconds until a couple of what Jeremy recognized as Alex's classmates walked through him, whispering about how worried they were for Alex. Jeremy took a few more seconds of standing in the street before flying after Alex.

The first half of the day was fairly normal. Jeremy followed Alex around in the classrooms, sitting in empty seats and listening to the lessons. He didn't talk to Alex, though. Instead he was completely silent. He was confused, how did Alex know him? Well, besides writing his name on everything, of course.
When the bell rang for the end of fourth period the teacher walked up to Alex before he could leave. He handed Alex a note and said, "The principal wants to see you."
Alex sighed and grabbed the note before sauntering out of the room and down to the second floor with Jeremy not far behind.
The principal's office was fairly bare, except for the far wall with framed childrens pictures. Alex immediately recognized the pictures, having known some of the children himself. They were pictures of students who had died over the years, the principal put them up with their date of death on the bottom left corner of the photos. Alex refused to look at the newest addition to the wall, but Jeremy stared at it. The boy had curly red hair, freckles speckled all over his face and shoulders, and nose that looked way to big on his face. The boy looked familiar, but Jeremy couldn't place his finger on where he had seen the boy before.
Jeremy turned away from the photo and sat in the large chair Alex was sitting in, his knee phasing throw Alex's. He looked over to Alex and he was shocked by the cold, dead expression on his face.
The principal gulped. "Alex, do you know why you are here today?" Alex shook his head. "Well, so of your classmates were showing some concern about an uh, outbreak you had before school started today." The principal waited for a response from Alex and continued when he got none, "They said you were yelling at nothing. They said you had mentioned Jeremy-"
"You don't know jack about Jeremy!" Alex jumped to his feet and slammed his hands down on the principal's desk with such force and rage that a stapler and pencil sharpener fell off of the desk. "None of you even knew Jeremy! You're just using his death for publici-"
"Mr. Ronbach sit down!" the principal shouted. Jeremy brought his knees to his chest as Alex slowly sat back down. The principal cleared his throat and straightened his tie. "Now I know you and Jeremy were… Close."
Alex glared, "He was my boyfriend. Are you to homophobic to even acknowledge that not all of your beloved students are straight?" His words were full of venom that Jeremy had never heard before. Jeremy crawled over to Alex and sat through his lap, holding up his arms to hug Alex and trying not to let his phase through him.
The principal narrowed his eyes. "That was uncalled for." He sighed and paused for a moment. "Your teachers and I think it would be good for you to have a break from school. You are clearly to grief ridden to be able to study effectively. So, we have issued a temporary suspension, starting today, to get yourself together. Your assignments and homework will be emailed to you. Please get those done before the suspension ends so you will be caught up when you get back. I have already called your mother, so you should pack your things and get ready to leave."
Alex stared wide eyed at the principal. "I'm sorry," Jeremy whispered in his ear.

The car ride to Alex's house was silent and tense. Alex's mother didn't speak to him until they got inside.
"Sweetie, if you need to talk about anything tell me, ok?"
"Whatever Mom," Alex's voice was cold and hard. 
He walked up stairs and into his room. He fell on his bed and curled up into a ball. Jeremy laid down on the bed next to him and watched as tears began forming in Alex's eyes.
"Jeremy," Alex croaked, "Jeremy I'm so sorry. It's, it's all my fault you died. J-Jeremy…"
Jeremy felt an overwhelming urge to comfort the crying boy, and he moved closer to him until their foreheads were almost touching. "Shhh, it's going to be ok, you're going to be ok."
"N-no I'm not! I'm so sorry I didn't do anything to help-"
"It's not your fault," Jeremy tried to wipe a tear off of Alex's cheek, but he could only move it a little bit further down his face. Jeremy didn't completely understand what Alex was talking about, but he knew that whatever happened couldn't have been Alex's fault.
For another hour Alex repeating 'I'm sorry' while Jeremy whispered to him and eventually Alex fell asleep. Jeremy closed his eyes and moved his head towards Alex's, but when his forehead phased through Alex's all he could see was white.

Jeremy blinked a few times and turned in a circle. He was standing in a seemingly never ending room of white with a little black speck in the distance. Jeremy hesitantly walked towards it before breaking into a sprint. The black spot slowly grew larger, and as Jeremy got closer to it he heard loud sobs that continued to get louder. Soon his surroundings turned gray and cracks started forming around him. The sobs were now so loud that Jeremy's ears were ringing.
"Alex! Alex where are you?" Jeremy could barely hear his own voice over the whimpers that he knew belonged to Alex.
"GO AWAY!!" the booming voice knocked Jeremy to the ground. It didn't hurt as much physically as it didn't mentally, Alex's voice echoed through his mind and he knew Alex was hurting and it made his heart hurt.
"Alex! Alex listen to me! I'm not going to hurt you! I don't really know what's going on but we can figure this out! Please just, please let me help you!" He got to his feet tears draping his cheeks.
Alex's sobs turned into whimpers and Jeremy could finally start to make out which direction they were coming from. He walked towards the sounds carefully to be sure he wouldn't stumbleupon Alex and scare him. Soon the noises stopped all together. Jeremy could only keep walking in the same direction.
After what felt like forever Jeremy stopped in front of a door attached to nothing. It was black near the bottom and it faded to a dark purple near the top and white dots peppered the scene. It seemed familiar to Jeremy. Water seeped out from the bottom of the door and got Jeremy's feet wet. He reached his hand out and knocked on the door.
"Alex? I'm coming in, is that ok?" Jeremy waited for a response and when he got none he opened the door. He was greeted with a soft warm glow. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him, watching the floor that was covered in water. Fish were swimming around his feet, almost as if they were excited puppies welcoming their owner home.
He looked up for the first time to examine the room. The ceiling was slanted and covered in posters and hanging light bulbs. The walls of room had paintings of galaxies and maps for worlds that only existed in his dreams. The stars seemed to pulse in time with his shallow breaths. There was a desk tucked neatly into the corner of the room and on it were pictures of Alex and the red haired boy from the principal's office. There was a laptop left open on the desk with what seemed to be an album cover on the screen with a big play button on the screen. Even though the track was paused the memory of light acoustic guitars and drums wrapped around his body. In the middle of the back wall was a window that was covered by a Celtic tapestry that blew gently in the nonexistent wind. Under the window was a bed covered with a comforter and pillows that had blue, black, and purple galaxies. Curled up on the bed was Alex's shaking form with a trail of water leading from his face over the bed and to the floor.
Jeremy walked towards Alex, his feet gliding through the water as if it wasn't even there. He gently placed his hand on Alex's shoulder and after a small flinch, Alex melted into his touch.
"Alex?"
"What?"
Jeremy hesitated and looked back at the picture on the desk. "This is my room, isn't it?"
Alex choked out a laugh, "Yeah, it is." He turned over to look at Jeremy. "It's your room but I felt way more at home here than I ever did with Mom."
Jeremy sat down on the bed next to Alex's head and, like he had done many times before, Alex laid his head on Jeremy's lap, looking at the picture on the walls. Jeremy ran his fingers through Alex's hair and Alex sighed happily with tears threatening to sting his cheeks again.
"You used to sneak me out of my room at night and take me here. We would talk for hours like this about anything and everything. And when you started talking about space your eye lit up and the way you spoke made it feel like we were the only two people left in the world." Alex started crying into Jeremy's knees. "You were always so beautiful. Everything about you; your laugh, your smile, your voice, your personality, your art. You always made me feel so loved, to the point that my heart ached when you weren't around. I was, am, so madly in love with you."
Jeremy climbed the rest of the way onto the bed and leaned against the wall at the edge of the bed. He pulled the crying Alex over to him and rested his head on his lap like before.
"In the spring you would take me out to the lake and you would play in the water and chase fish around like a dork," Alex was laughing now, too. "And we would camp out on the dock and when the sunset you would point out constellations to me until I fell asleep. In the summer you and I would paint the garage. We covered the walls and the garage door and each other in a jumbled mess of colors, and when I judged my work badly you'd mess up what ever you were working on and tell me that art is art. Then you would proceed to wipe your paint hands on me." 
Jeremy smiled down at Alex and absentmindedly traced his shoulders with the lightest of touches. "And in the fall we would make leaf piles in the roads and watch the cars run into them. We would ride our bikes around the streets and on halloween we would through splat balls at houses."
There was a long soothing silence between the two of them as the music played softly. 
Jeremy gulped and looked up the ceiling. "Hey Alex, why did you keep saying it's your fault I died?"
Alex was quiet for a moment. "It… it was a week before winter break and some other guys on the football team found out that we were dating. They weren't exactly the nicest to homosexual students so they started targeting you and making fun of you, but you were so sweet that you thought they were just joking around. One night you told me that you were hanging out at the dock with the team. I knew they were going to do something to you, so I went to the lake as fast as I could. They had you cornered neared the end of the dock but you didn't think anything bad was happening. I tried to get you out of there but you were confused and wanted to stay. The team repeated what you said and shoved me back, and that was when you told them that they should stop. They started pushing you back to the edge of the dock and I tried to save you but… They pushed me to the ground and you into the lake. You broke the ice and fell into the water but you couldn't climb out and you froze, then drowned."
Alex's eyes glazed over and he stared up at Jeremy. Jeremy's eyes were wide with tears. "It was my fault I'm dead. Babe it wasn't you, it was me! If I wasn't so stupid-!" Its was Jeremy's turn to cry now, he could remember all of it. He could remember Alex's sweet kisses and painting him into a masterpiece. He remembered his dreams of being an astrologist. He remember how they would cry after any fight. How happy Alex looked when confused neighbors found that what hit their windows was a ball that looked like an egg. How the ice knocked the wind out of him. The screams of his beloved as his head went under the water one last time. How his lungs froze when all he wanted was to breath.
He started to curl up and Alex sat up to guide him down to the bed. Jeremy buried his face into Alex's chest as Alex rubbed his back. They mumbled to each other for the rest of the night like 'I miss you so much' and 'I wish I could outside of here' until Alex woke up.

Alex Ronbach was an average boy. He had a boyfriend for seven years, five of those in which his boyfriend was dead, until one day in college he found a boy that had a lot of the same interests. As Alex got closer to the boy, his boyfriend got more distant. Though the break up wasn't official, Alex's boyfriend stopped speaking to him for the next 17 years.
Alex did not enter a relationship in all that time, waiting for the ghost boys return. He even pursued a career in art to paint pictures to bring the ghost back. He would talk to himself in hopes the ghost was listening.
One day there was an accident, and when Alex woke up, the ghost boy was there. They could finally kiss each other like they had wanted to for the past 22 years.

Stories based off of songs that I like. Each chapter is a different song with different characters. You can suggest songs for me to listen to are write about as well!

Morning comes as the sun radiates its ever eternal light in the Butterfly Dorm of Rosemary Academy.

One student, in particular, the brown-haired heiress Kana Erendal woke up inside her bedroom, feeling the sun rays outside from the window touching her still inert green eyes.

The girl stretched her model-like figure, yawning to greet the morning challenges coming to her.

Memories of last night's events then came to haunt her, sending forth goosebumps that made her skin crawl with disgust and fear.

The mere thought of her getting defiled by two perverted degenerates who she never even met in her entire life is enough to send her shivering in terror.

But then, one peculiar memory caught her attention.

Or rather a person...

'That man' Kana thought of her savior, the boy who was seen wearing a black catsuit and wielding a katana.

True, she fainted the moment that her assaulter was stabbed in the stomach right in front of her but her eyes manage to glimpse the silhouette of the young boy's features.

Involuntarily, a smile crept on her pretty face, rather intrigued by this new character who seemingly appeared out of nowhere to save her.

She would find out who her savior is whether he likes it or not.

After all, An Erendal never forgets a debt.
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Silver hair being messy, a child, perhaps 5 years of age plays around in a field, merrily bouncing forth in every step as he looks to be enjoying life's every moment as evident by the innocent smile on his face. 

His attire consists of a white polo shirt with a blue bow tie, a black jumper shorts, and a pair of blue-white sneakers.

The boy marveled at the plains, magnificent indeed as it is surrounded by the enchanting beauty of Mother Nature herself. 

Trees stood tall, steadfast and unwavering despite the strong winds blowing in the background.

"Such a magnificent sight!!" The boy chirpily stated, eyes wondering as he spread his body forth to feel the refreshing cold of the wind.

"Young master!!!" A man's voice was heard from a distance and the boy pouted upon hearing the title.

"Ah man, it seems that he'll find me at any moment." The boy frowns a bit but he did not withdraw his current posture, experiencing what Mother Nature still has to offer.

'Man, feels good to be alive'
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The sun, unbiased as nature intends to glare its rays inside room 74.

Particularly, right straight in the face of a certain Ant in disguise, sleeping peacefully as he snores indignantly in the couch accompanied by his rather unladylike posture.

"Man, it sucks to be alive. Fucking sun and the morning." Rin finally woke up, covering his red eyes unwillingly as he muttered under his breath at the big ball of flame ruining his peaceful slumber.

'Oh, right I'm a student. How could I freaking forget?'

Forced to stand up, the boy-girl is in a disheveled state, long hair in a chaotic mess along with his crumpled sleeping clothes.

Rin wiped the dirt off in his eyes while walking to the direction of the bathroom, eager to take a nice relaxing shower to rid every impurity in his petite body.

Opening the bathroom door, he was caught off guard by the sight of two marvelous figures right in front of him. 

It seems that whatever Gods above in heaven finally rewarded him with all the hardships that he had faced in his years of service as an Agent.

"Oh hi, Rina!! So you're awake already huh. I hope you don't mind us using the bathroom!!"

It was Keana who spoke cheerfully, dripping with the remnants of the water from the bath. Her voluptuous body only draped by a white towel that accentuates every part of her provoking figure. From her glorious mounds of D-cup goodness to her child-bearing hips and all the way to her sexy, curvy legs.

Oh and that's not all...

The violet haired girl was accompanied by Meiko. The orange-haired girl's petite body also covered by that accursed white fabric as what Rin now likes to call it. Despite not being as well-endowed as Keana, in Rin's eyes, her appeal did not fall even in the slightest. Her lack in the chest department, her child-like body is in every way unique and is also quite arousing given that she too is a girl of his age.

After all, every girl, busty or flat, voluptuous or petite, mature or loli-like figure...

Rin loves every one of them without a hint of bias.

'Right I almost forgot, they slept here last night after our slumber party.' Were the boy's thoughts, eyes wondering at every proportion of the girl's shape and form.

"Uh... N-no problem. I guess it is my t-turn now." 

The boy could not help but stutter even in his years of training in the Agency that involves social interactions within the norms of society and Advance Psychology.

The girls then could only flinch at the forceful manner of how Rin entered and slammed the door.

Inside the bathroom, Rin could not stop, his face grinning perversely and is sweating very hard.

And speaking of hard...

'I really need a very long cold shower...' Rin thought blushing as he begun to strip his every clothing.
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Thirty minutes after a nice very long cold shower, Rin emerged from the bath. Unlike the girls who draped themselves in towels, Rin was seen already dressed in the standard school uniform, in addition to his caramel-colored sweater.

'I'm glad I brought my uniform set at the bath last night.' Rin thought, taking every precaution to hide his real identity and remembered the time last night where he hanged his uniform in the bathroom and changed into his Rina persona before going to sleep.

Keana and Meiko thankfully were now dressed in their respective uniforms as they were seen chatting on the sofa. The moment a while back is too much for Rin's virgin heart.

"Hey, Rina you sure took your time in the bath huh?" Keana grinned as she turned her attention to the blue-haired girl in disguise.

"I have to resolve some.... issues," Rin said in response and Keana wondered at what Rin implied. 

Noticing the questioning look on the violet-haired girl's face, Rin opted to change the topic quickly as he looked at the wall clock. "Say, a question girls."

This indeed worked as Keana and also Meiko gave a "hmm?" in response.

"What time is our class?"

"8:15 am sharp why?" Meiko responded, getting up from the sofa.

"I see. Hehehe, look." Rin chuckled nervously as he pointed the wall clock for the girls to see.

Their eyes widen when they saw the time being presented at the clock.

8:10 am.

In short... 5 minutes before the first period.

They are definitely screwed.

"Crap, we've gotta run!!!" Keana taking both Meiko and Rin's hands and hurriedly run off to the class.

"Hey, at least let me lock my room first!!!" Rin released herself from Keana's grasp and did so.

The trio dashed forth throughout the dorm, coming from the third floor to the reception hall as they were greeted by the beautiful receptionist Layla who smiled brightly at them.

"Good morning girls-"

She was ignored in return as the wind caused by the girl's speedy run seemingly blown past her, and Layla simply sighs at this.

"Children, always in a hurry."
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Rosemary Academy.

A prestigious high school exclusively only for girls.

The school is located at the heart of Twilight's capital, Twilight City. It boasts a curriculum that far surpasses in every aspect to that of other schools in Twilight. The admission in this academy is rather hard but not unattainable. To gain the privilege of studying at such distinguished Alma mater, a student must have an average of 90% in her grades and each subject matter must be also at 88% or above. The student must also pass its entrance exam that consists of all the curriculum that has been tackled during their three years of middle school with a passing grade of 85%.

Once the student has passed though, it is said that she is set for life. A guaranteed 100% employment of her desired profession and also a 100% chance of entering her selected college, many students are motivated and tried their utmost best for a chance to be called a student of Rosemary. 

Graduates of this institution have made their mark in the world, paving forth into a path of greatness that allowed women to prove themselves superior to their gender counterparts in every aspect of life and work.

But Rosemary Academy only accepts the best of the best and refuses to tolerate mediocrity. The elites thrived while the inferior withers in the background. 

The greatest accomplishments must be cultivated even further while the smallest mistakes must be rectified without a shred of tolerance.

Even small mistakes such as being-

"Late, late for the first period." A beautiful black-haired middle-aged woman wearing a black suit and skirt was seen lecturing the trio of blue, orange, and violet with her arms crossed. She eyed them, obviously unamused at their actions. "The dormitory is merely a walk away and I can't fathom at how you girls could not be here before the reasonable 8:15 mark."

Introducing class 1-D's homeroom instructor.

Known as the Cold Beauty of the Faculty, her title indeed fits her features. Despite being on her middle ages, 32 to be exact, her face and figure is often mistaken for someone of their early twenties.

The only reason why she seemed to be single is because of her ice-cold personality and a stare that sends chills to anyone who dares look straight into her black charcoal eyes thus halting any potential romantic advances.

Her name is Samantha Stone, an English instructor and like her surname has a heart as solid as a rock, unbiased and impartial in every decision making. 

Especially in this very situation.

It seems that the three of them were not able to reach the classroom on time and are now being eyed by the whole class of 1-D.

Keana either being brave or stupid answered their teacher "Ehehe you see Ms. Stone a black cat was blocking our path and we had to take the other way around."

The teacher Ms. Stone merely shook her head at the violet haired girl's stupid response. "I see." Then she eyed at Rin. "Since you, Ms. Mayfield is a new student and are still adjusting to our system, I suppose I can make your punishment light."

Despite her cold demeanor, Samantha Stone can also be reasonable as the situation fits.

"You two on the other hand." Ms. Stone glared at Keana and Meiko, earning an "eep!!" from them in response.

"Keana Blakes, Meiko Aliston... After class, you are to clean the public restrooms located at the 2nd and third floor." 

"Aww man, not the restrooms!!" Keana whined childishly while Meiko seemed to accept her fate and simply nodded in response.

"Rina Mayfield." Ms. Stone turned her attention back to Rina. "Your punishment is simple, you are to clean the Kendo Club Dojo after they have finished their club activities do I make myself clear?"

Rin nodded with a passive look "I can handle it, ma'am."

Ms. Stone smiled in agreement and gestured the three of them to take their respective sits.

"Alright, class is in session!!" Ms. Stone declared as she took out an English textbook and begun writing the lessons that she will impart on the blackboard.

Rin looked at his new friends apologetically.

"Sorry girls I guess this is my fault. If it wasn't for me staying too long in the bathroom then maybe we could arrive here a whole lot earlier."

Keana merely grinned in acknowledgment and playfully tap Rin's shoulders. "Sheesh, it's no one's fault stupid. If someone were to blame I guess it's us two for leisurely taking our time at your room and not even looking at the clock."

Meiko agrees with Keana as she nodded and gave Rin a friendly smile "She's right. Besides its about high time that the restrooms are going to get cleaned thoroughly."

The three of them then laughed to their heart's content especially Rin who looked at them with a bright smile.

'Friends huh... The normal life sure is nice.'

"Ehem..." Ms. Stone cleared her throat, getting the trio's attention.

"Right to our sits hahaha." Keana chuckled nervously and the three of them finally did so.

Kana from her chair merely giggled at their interaction.

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"P-please have mercy." A man wearing a bulletproof vest that covers his red shirt and camo pants was seen begging for his life, a blade pointing at his gut.

"Hmmm..." The lovely redhead, Mania smiled as she thought about it but...

"Mercy?"

The blade sunk right at the man's gut, blood splashing violently at Mania's angelic-looking face.

"No." The girl, after all, revels in blood lust, smiling sadistically with utmost ecstasy in every kill. 

Licking the blood on her lips the girl moaned in deep pleasure "Ahhh such blood and your innards are truly a work of art!! I wish there's more of you here~"

A figure suddenly joined beside her, the twin sister Mors who as usual is as stoic as ever.

"Oh, you're done, sis? Where's Kayle by the way?" Mania asked her sister and just when Mors was about to speak, the man of the topic also appeared beside them.

"Yeah, I'm here ladies." Kayle yawned as he put his pistols back to their holster. "So we're done here?"

Mania unsheathed her blade, hiding as she camouflages it in her black-red parasol.

"Yep!! but these Red Falcon guys are boring. They don't put too much of a fight." Mania pouted and crossed her arms indignantly.

"Same here Mania. I wonder when I get to meet this Great Leader though. I've been doing more jobs with you lately and it's about time I get to meet her in person." Kayle asked with genuine interest.

"Soon Kayle, soon as all shall be revealed." Was Mania's only response as they left the Red Falcon Base.

Rin Grayson, Male Agent and Code name "Ant" of the Brotherhood Secret Service. He has one mission, protect the daughter of the Headmaster from all the inevitable danger that is directed on to her but there's a catch... He'll have to do it in disguise... as a girl at an All-Girls School!!



"If it's cute, it's not gay!!!" - a certain Chameleon


Author's summary:

Basically, Boy crossdresses and disguises himself as a girl at an All-girls school for his Agent assignment in protecting the daughter of the headmaster and at the same time, forging friendships and bonds with his new classmates along the way. 

The Male lead is definitely a bad-ass in this story. He is both trustworthy and kind to his friends and the people that he loves and holds dear. At the same time, he is also shown to be ruthless and cold-blooded, showing no utter bullshit to his enemies, depending on the transgressions that they have done, most especially when they have acted upon his friends and loved ones. He also has his perverted moments, grinning like a lecherous old man having lewd thoughts to his female friends. He can be also quite dense, his knowledge sometimes is outside of the norm due to him being exposed mostly in his Agent duties much to some of the girl's displeasure. So many funny misunderstandings also await in here. 

The story is set on the fictional country of the Twilight Kingdom, a country where the Queen rules prosperously and is your typical modern one, with some exciting twist. Most especially, a certain place where only the criminal and lawless live... The Underworld. It is a forsaken place that will showcase a string of events that will definitely shake the heart of the very kingdom itself as webs of intrigue and plays intertwine with our MC, his friends, and allies being at the center. 

Male Spy at an All-Girls School not only deals with the story of our Male lead but also among others, showing how their lives are interconnected with one another in a single thread of fate, ultimately leading to an epic finale where everyone showcases growths in their physical and mostly emotional aspect with the MC leading on the top. 

In short, there will be cheesy moments, drama, comedy, romance, and definitely, action. It is a Spy story after all, with a harem, dark, comical twist.


(Cover photo not mine. CTTO)

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