What if an arranged marriage wasn't as bad as you imagined it to be?

Don’t own anything. Just a complication of the most handsome Elven King! This was supposed to be in Fan fic.

Ardani lahir 6 Mei 1995, tiba-tiba kembali ke masa lalu setiap dia terlelap. 
Wulan 6 Mei 1978, bertemu lelaki aneh dari masa depan.
Mereka bertemu di tahun 1998, kala itu usia mereka sepantaran.
Alam memiliki aturan yang tidak bisa dicurangi. Semesta menyeleksi siapapun yang goyah. Berbagai masalah muncul. Akankah mereka bisa bersama?

have you ever forgot something? welcome to the world of Tim Griffiths where everything is forgotten. For all but one person.

have you ever forgot something? welcome to the world of Tim Griffiths where everything extra-ordanary or supernatural is forgotten. For all but some select persons.

About a guy who's been affected by a Firefly Syndrome, A Firefly Syndrome is when a person turned adult they will give a sign that they're affected by a Firefly syndrome although it's rare case but if they're affected by it they will die within a couple of weeks

A moth sees a firefly for the first time. He new he had feelings for him the second he saw him. 

The firefly know the moth and always had a thing for him. 

But when they met they learned unexpected things about each other. They live there daily lives but going on adventures with each other. 

But what happens when their problems come into play and rumors fly in the air? 

What will happen to their romantic connections and daily adventures?

Shit happens.

Kruuug! 

Udil pried open the stone coffin that looked like a mini-treasure box. It was half-buried in the muddy grass floor. Floating inside were three luminous golden fireflies, illuminating the dark and hollow space with bright light. Their forms were somehow slimy as golden oil dripped from their glutinous bodies.

[You have discovered three 'Firefly Oils']

A system pop-up immediately appeared on Al's screen. The boy grinned. It seemed that the map's features were still the same despite the change in arrangement and battle type. He immediately grabbed the insects.

'Firefly Oil' - Increases Fire Elemental Damage by 40% for three minutes upon consumption. Users will receive zero damage from any form of fire elemental attacks within the duration of the buff. 

Thirty seconds to go, and the fireflies will dance. 

Meanwhile, the sound of nearby footsteps could be heard from the distance. It came from the increasing wave of humanoid fireflies led by a player in a blue and white cotton tunic. 

Character: JanuaryEmbers
Level: 8 
Rank: Rookie I
Race: Divine
Class: Mage

Judging by the similar level and rank among the members of Burning Orient, one could say that they were a solid party. United they stand, united they fall. 

'It's time to test this weapon,' Al was smiling. It was the first time that he did not feel any dread in a match. In his character's hand was a glass tube, covered by a black cap. The content of the container was a silver blood. 

Klok!

Bloodborne was uncapped.

The silver blood inside the tube quivered with life. It twisted to and fro before shooting out of the glass. It seemed to be alive as it wriggled in the air, growing in size until its shape became that of a bow. 

[Bloodborne - Bow Form] 

Udil was amazed. He slowly extended his right hand to reach out for the weapon. 

The entire bow was made from a stream of silver blood, endlessly circulating through the whole form. It seemed to be in a liquid state, but Al was able to get a hold of it. 

'Amazing!' Al could feel the power flowing through the weapon. However, when he tried checking its stats, all he got was a series of '???'. 

'Nevermind.' Al chuckled as he willed the weapon to change form - flamberge! The bow immediately changed shape, forming a wavy blade, made from streams of silver blood. 

[Bloodborne - Flamberge Form] 

'Hehe. Nice! Let's do this.' Udil wielded the sword as he slowly made his way through the stack of coffins, making sure that his movements were concealed. He was already on the edge of the maze, nearing the left lane. 

Meanwhile, towering pillars of flames could be seen nearby. It was a sign of a magic-oriented enemy. Udil immediately found an excellent spot to survey the situation.

JanuaryEmbers instantly got the attention of Al. The former was wielding a pestle-shaped staff. It was short. However, the red flames coming out of it were enormous. 

"There's still no enemy here in the left lane. Should I continue pushing, and head for their power-source? It seems that they're a bunch of noobs." Embers posted in their group chat. 

"Hold on for now, and just continue clearing the wave of creeps. I'm getting a bad feeling about the two players that have not yet appeared. Stay alert against ambushes." Zaito quickly replied. 

'Ten seconds left.' Meanwhile, Udil was still perched on top of a tomb, safely observing Embers from a nearby, but hidden location. He was waiting for the match's time to reach the three-minute mark. 

Ffrrrrrkkk! What Al was waiting for had finally arrived.

The chilly cold air was suddenly filled with the buzzing of insects. Many fireflies in red colors suddenly appeared out of nowhere, causing a red-light dim on the dark skyline.

"Hey! What's the situation over there? There's a lot of red fireflies here in the left lane! Is this a map feature?" Embers immediately reported.

"Same!" 

"Same!"

Two confirmations, coming from Zaito and Zhahk, immediately popped up from the group chat.

All of the players in the map was momentarily mesmerized by the red dots blotting the night sky. However, the majestic scene was just fleeting as it immediately turned into havoc - the insects dived toward the nearest targets!

"Shit! It's damage-effect!" Zhahk cursed in the group chat as the fireflies unveiled his stealth. 

"Pests!" Meanwhile, in the mid lane, Papa Bear growled as numerous tiny red objects pestered his vision. The blue electric particles around his body could not wholly get rid of the fireflies as they continued to swarm over him. 

"Haha! Your eyes are swirling, Orc! Now, die!" At the same time, Pilades, who had the buff of 'Angel's Blessing' and robust innate health recovery, easily endured the damage over time from the fireflies. He immediately jumped to slam his spiky bucklers toward Papa Bear. 

Each of the red fireflies was causing true damage of 1% HP per three seconds to their targets. 

"Damn!" Papa Bear finally retreated as he found it challenging to swat the insects. In connection, he coincidentally evaded the attack of Pilades and left the turret's attack range. "CancerIsLife! What the hell are you doing? Heal me! Huh? Hey, kid! What are you doing over there?" He finally noticed Zaito and the predicament of the dwarf. "How dare you bully my healer! You don't do that behind me!"

Undivided Strike!

Papa Bear was suddenly covered in a white aura. It was his weapon's hidden active skill!

The orc's body transformed into a streak of blue lightning, instantly striking Zaito. 

Boom!

Meanwhile, in the right lane, SwitchFoot and Zhahk found themselves in an awkward position. They were actually nearby each other, when their stealth suddenly faded, due to the indiscriminate attacks of the fireflies. 

After a split second of an unprepared standoff, their daggers immediately bit each other. However, SwitchFoot had the upper hand as arrows rained down behind him, freely striking the Divine Assassin before him. 

"The fourth player finally made an appearance! He's a horse-looking assassin! He's here in my lane! I need assistance!" Zhahk immediately reported in their team chat. Macca, the goblin, was freely bullying him with arrows.

Going back to the left lane.

Previously, when Al felt the vibration in the air caused by the sudden appearance of numerous fireflies, he immediately grinned. He took out a 'Firefly Oil' and squeezed it. The yellowish lubricant from the item transformed into a fiery gold aura that washed over his body. In addition, he activated 'Piston Lungs.' 

He was blazing on fire!

Blink!

Udil disappeared from his scouting spot and instantly appeared in between the creeps and JanuaryEmbers' formation. The Divine Mage happened to be occupied in burning the attacking fireflies, when Al appeared, catching him off guard. 

"Hi! Sorry if you got bored waiting for me!" Al grinned.

Rave! 

Al activated his favorite 'Warrior' skill!

The flamberge in his hand glowed in red as he entered a berserk mode. He gracefully executed a series of wild slashes, cutting those around him. His strokes showed that he was an experienced user of the skill. One could say that Al's favorite weapon was a sword. In addition, the fireflies seemed to dance with him as each of his attacks left fiery traces of crimson particles.

It was a beautiful scenery that was deadly for those who were caught up in the range of the skill.

Jones's housekeeper rolled and crawled over.
"Lord, Mr. Arlington, and his men at the altar were trying to take the holy virgin away."
Avery felt herself on a rollercoaster. She knew the device. If her mother was removed from the casket, the device would kick in. The altar would collapse. The mountain would fall down.
So the strong shake was because of that?
"Stop them!"
Andrew kicked them so hard while they were distracted. He grabbed Avery by her arm to run.
"Avery, can you run?"
Avery held her belly. She had to for the sake of her child.
They were running to the medicine room. There was a car waiting. As long as they got there, they could get out.
But what about her mother?
"Andrew, go without me. I have to go back to my mother."
"What are you talking about? The mountain is falling down. No one can save her. Don't waste your life dying with her! You're not alone now. Think of your child!"
Andrew mentioned the baby to talk some sense into Avery. Her eyes got red. She knew her mother wasn't dead after all these years. And she could see her now. But they were apart before she talked to her.
But Andrew was right. It was a dead-end if she turned back.
What should she do?
Feeling flustered and upset, Avery started shedding tears.
"Don't cry. Let's go. Your mother wouldn't blame you if she knew," Andrew grabbed her to run as fast as she could.
They could hear the stones falling and the sound of hitting. The crowd ran in different directions for their lives.
"Is Logan insane! Damn it!" Andrew couldn't help swearing and took Avery running through the crowd.
Soon they got to the medicine room. Andrew helped Avery in the car. Then he left and returned soon.
"Seatbelt."
"Is your leg fine?"
"Yeah."
Andrew started the car. More came and clapped on the door window, hoping to get in.
Avery suddenly thought of Jessica.
"Jessica is still in the city."
"She isn't. She left," Andrew got rid of the people by the window, "I went by the medicine room. They said Jessica already left with the medicine."
Did she take medicine? Jessica's arrival was as surprising as her taking medicine. Maybe that was what brought her here.
The car was too fast. Avery held her chest. She felt sick.
Andrew turned around.
"Do you want me to stop?"
Avery shook her head. She wanted to go back soon. The rendezvous time with Diana was near. There was also the thing with Evan and Rebecca. She had to find out the truth. Logan's whereabouts were unknown. The B Country must descend into chaos.
Andrew amused himself with a joke.
"Do you realize every time I'm with you, it's like a Hollywood movie."
"You'd better stay away from me."
It seemed true. They went through the tsunami, air crush, and mountain collapse.
He didn't spend a long time with her. But they seemed to go through a lot.
She used to hate him so much. But the irony was he saved her almost every time.
"Thank you," Avery knew they might be caught or buried under falling rocks if it weren't for Andrew.
"How about you give me a peck on the cheek?"
"You must be tired of living to say that."
Andrew smiled. He stopped the car seeing Avery still held her chest.
"Let's stop for a second."
Avery looked outside the window. On either lane was lustrous and unknown trees. There were also fireflies. She opened the window and grabbed one to put it in the car.
The firefly gave off flickering light in the narrow and dark space. It stopped on the rear end mirror. Avery reached out to touch it. It flew away.
"Who do you think will benefit the most from Logan's death?"
"His wife, certainly."
Andrew shook his head and gave an unexpected answer, "Evan's grandfather."
"Why?"
"Mrs. President knows nothing about politics. But if Evan marries Rebecca, the power would slide away to the Howel family."
"Do you mean Molly will become his puppy?"
"Mr. Howel is a hegemonist. The city is not enough for him. Don't you realize he spends far more time in B Country over the years?"
It was true.
"He tried everything to make Evan marry Rebecca. It must be a political influence. Mr. Howel wouldn't do anything that compromised his interest."
"What if Evan refused?"
"Do you think that's possible?"
Avery was frozen at Andrew's rebuke.
"Mr. Howel is a man of means. Do you want to bet on it?"
"Just drive," Avery didn't respond. She was too flustered to continue hearing.
She couldn't deny Andrew made sense. All she could depend on was Logan returned to B Country safely. Then she might have a chance.
***
At the altar, Logan held Olivia in a white dress out in his arms. He finally touched her bright and handsome face.
His cold eyes were replaced with passion soon. She finally came back to him after all the years.
When he held her, he could give up the presidency for her. She was finally his again after all the years.
"Sir, the mountain is about to collapse. We have to leave now," Tinder hurried to say.
The mountain started shaking fiercely again. Rocks of all sizes fell down.
Logan took a black overcoat on top of Olivia to protect her.
Then he started to leave. But the falling stones kept getting more and more.
The cave was shaking. The bodyguards couldn't stand upright. Some were struck by the rocks.
Tinder followed Logan. He kept the stones away from his with his body and arms. He was bleeding.
Logan was in no better condition. He bent over and kept the stones away from Olivia. The stones kept falling down. Logan felt his inner organs all crushed. Blood came out from his mouth.
"Sir!" Tinder held up Logan, who was half-kneeling on the ground. Soon a rock hit them. It was lucky that it wasn't a big one. Or it probably would kill him.
But Tinder still protected Logan with his body. He looked up at the door.
"Sir, the door was locked by the stones."


COMPLETED

Since childhood, she was trained to be a perfect wife to the Billionaire heir, Evan Howel. She loved him and adored this man. People around them often said she's his dog and no matter how she's badly treated by him in the past years of being married, she would keep coming back to him meekly. She tried to seduce him several times but she failed to sleep with him and being kicked out of his bed.
Someone had plotted to kill her by pushing her into the water that almost took her life. When she woke up, she became a different woman he used to know. She sneered and gave her husband a divorce agreement. 

Evan Howel offered five billion for their 3 years of marriage as compensation. She felt disgusted and declined his generosity. He began to think about why she changes into a strong woman and dare to provoke him. 

He realized that he can't let go of his beautiful wife who suffered so much for how many years. He wanted her to stay and he played a sex videotape of them in a silent mode before whispering into her ear: "If you don't tear up the divorce paper, I will unmute this video and let the whole world know about it!". She was shocked to see the video of their intimate moments that happened because of the drug given to them. 

She's ready to leave him but her devil husband won't let her go. Would she change her mind after what he had done to her? Would she give up herself again out of love? Could she win over the struggle and conspiracy plotted by Evan's grandfather?


Warning: Strong parental guidance as some chapters are not suitable for minors. 

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11. Loving A STRANGER
12. The Rise Of NATHALIA CARTER
13. Love & Revenge: THE STUBBORN HEIRESS (Taglish)
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As Faustina blended in with the crowd, she wandered to the alleyways like a housecat sauntering off to venture on the streets. She wanted to curse herself for not bringing at least a cloak—or a pair of shoes—her boots—in this 'quest.' Hitting herself, face-palming would serve her right. Now she lost her shoe in the middle of the crowd. 

Maybe Maddie would pick it up?

Faustina scowled. Maybe that would be... odd?

Faustina reached the alleyways later than she expected. The message arrived shortly and she's late. There are already several alleyways in the capital, and they were usually dead-end; almost—or on the verge of losing hope—Faustina found a narrow lane, or a path, similar to a passageway. It was not a dead end.

The music was now faint. People do not hang around the dark of the streets. Faustina was certain Maddie cannot track her down right now, given the fact where she was right now. She looked around, there was no one there. The alley was the contrast of the lively city. It was dark, and the stone walls towering over her were like enclosed prison walls of grey. In the dark of the night, they looked sinister.

Shambling across the narrow path, Faustina walked forward.

She was now carrying the shoe in her hand. There were dimly-lit lamps on the walls, like firefly lights beyond the moonlight. Faustina looked back—and the light was similar to the end of a tunnel: slowly vanishing as she goes further, and further away.

Faustina continued to walk forward in the endless path. The trail was unending. It seemed like it was getting darker as she goes; the stairs on the path were all leading down, getting deeper and deeper...

Her hand gripped the necklace in the pocket of her dress. It was still there: cold to the touch, and gone by seconds after she meets Owen. As she shambled to the alley, she stopped by two different paths. Two ways leading to different ends. Faustina frowned.

One had light and was, perhaps, leading back to civilization. The other one, meanwhile—was another spiraling stair down. Faustina realized there was almost no light down the other path. 

She picked the lamp from the wall and proceeded towards the darker side.

**

Lucas Feuerlon was tasked to meet the current schoolmistress, Anna Unsterblich. Of course, she was still on Magierstadt—he met her as a hologram, a visual image he can interact with—not in a physical mean but things such as eye contact, talking on live, walking together, and such. She was a light magic-user. A rare breed of a magician. 

Feuerlons have long been in control of political prowess and position, given that they are the Dukedom. The right hand of the royal family. But Lucas was not here as a family-name carrier, he was there in his own accord; as Lucas, a graduate of Magierstadt—the claimer of various dungeons. The military magic-power researcher. He was Orwell's schoolmate, and they were classmates that were both in Ianua I. 

Unlike Orwell, Lucas was a researcher AND desires exposure. He ventured and took on wild quests, therefore ignoring Lothlorien—which was his mistake. Orwell had received the spotlight due to him claiming the seemingly 'barren' land with his novel, complex and extremely useful formula. Orwell wanted solitude with his research and so he relocated his laboratory at Lothlorien, his new property. He received the title Lotheringwood, a title of high magicians—and more specifically, to the only claimer of Lothlorien—a title that is only received by one. Because of this, Orwell was praised by the professors and the public. 

Lucas was upset, but more or less he felt challenged. His friend—his rival—achieved such things just because he underestimated the value of some information. Lucas learned from this, and of course, was proud of his friend for achieving such tasks. Because of this, he strived and did extra efforts. He didn't want to have his rival get all the glory. 

"You want to take the quest of the continental cliff?" Anna Unsterblich exclaims in surprise. "Lucas, my dear. That is too dangerous."

"I believe I have the means," Lucas says. "Not to be arrogant."

"Of course, you are a product of the Ianua I. You have all the means to embark on spectacular quests. But the mere fact that it is the continental cliff... no one has escaped from there alive, not even the Head Mage, Julian Ortfalcon. Bless his poor soul."

"The quest to the continental cliff is to find the said cure to 'nightmare'." Says Lucas. "I will bring an army. A good ten thousand soldiers to accompany me to the cliff."

Anna's eyes were closed, but Lucas could tell she was apprehensive.

"Ten thousand soldiers?" Anna asks. "Magician soldiers?"

"The other half."

"Hm," Anna smiles. "A suicide mission."

"Schoolmistress." 

"It is a very ambitious quest. Believe me, Lucas; I am fascinated as well as amazed. You are indeed a young man filled with the spirit of the Firehawk. But allow me to intercede. Are you aware of what Nightmare is? The disease plagues the family of the royals. Possibly, running on your veins as well—but not infected by it; a carrier. It is sheerly genetic. Hidden to the public. Unknown even to you, to us, with the exception of selected few—the Court and Council, the Clairvoyants, and High Mages."

"But I shall find the cure."

"Do you know the disease? Sure, you know its symptoms as well as I. We both know it kills the one it infects. It is dangerous. It is a disease we are not well-versed in."

Lucas paused. 

Anna sighed. "I know you want to catch up to Orwell. The two of you, always at each other's tail. But maybe, Lucas, my dear—it's time to end your childish misfits. I cannot let you embark on a journey that will lead to your doom. There is only a few of you, the first Ianua—we cannot risk such brilliant minds to suicide missions."

"Thank you, schoolmistress. I appreciate your counsel."

"Anything for you, my dear," Anna says. "Now can you call on Ezekiel? Afterward, we three shall talk in regards to the newfound research of the professors."

"Mister Lucas!" Says a magician-soldier. "The young master had run off again!"

Lucas facepalmed, and then Anna sighed.

"Dispatch the troops. We'll search for the brat."

COMPLETED.

(WARNING: R18 on chapter 200+ onwards. This is a SLOW BURN ROMANCE. Read at your own risk.)

**

On a secluded mountain situated upon a kingdom known as Feuersturm, resides a seemingly trifling cabin with an unlikely duo as its inhabitant—a witch, and her apprentice who presumably comes from a clan sought after by slave traders. 

Faustina is a sixteen-year-old girl who fled the slave market with the help of a sickly witch named Eula, who later on trained her as an apprentice for the span of seven years. 

Plagued with a mysterious disease for several years, Eula died despite the efforts Faustina had exerted to cure her; in her last breath, she left an odd request behind. 

"Sustain the king's life. This is your duty. Do not adhere to the prophecy."

To which the odd plea shadowed a bizarre series of events, a consequential sentence; similar to that of a premonition. The same night the phrase was muttered, the chain of events followed:

A warlock's intrusion to their home, with a peculiar yearning to resurrect Eula from the dead...

and the king himself, asking for Faustina’s aid.

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