What happens when two worlds collide. A runner and a hi-caste K-sec Lieutenant officer run into each other after faith has been in prison for 2 years.

Andrea Caputo was a girl who worked as a chef at Serra Restaurant, her parents died and left her and her little sister sick sister alone, one day coincidence brings her and Luca Serra the leader of one of the biggest Italian Mafia together, but also the coincidence has once brought her with the FBI agent Owen Jones when she's put between her little sister and prison what is she going to do?

Luca Serra, one of the most feared Mafia Capos, everyone who dared to say no to him ended up dead, but one day he puts his sight on the best chef at his restaurant, Andrea Caputo when he knew about her sister, he took advantage of her, but what will happen when he finds out that she has been arrested.

Owen Jones, one of the best FBI agents, he was an orphan until one day, a loving family who couldn't have kids, adopted him, but they were killed when he was 18 years old and he knew who was responsible for that so he decided to go after them and became an FBI agent, but what will happen when life gets him and Andrea Caputo together.

Getting rid of a truth makes us wiser than getting hold of a delusion.

—NICHT LUDWIG BORNE

Aufschlag arrived at the private chambers of Schwacher Sucher nervous and sweating heavily. He pressed flat the oily fringe of hair surrounding his bald dome and struggled to find composure. His heart thudded heavily in his chest, and the knife, tucked into the tightly cinched belt that kept him from looking any more like a tent than he already did, pressed into his back. Should he loosen the belt a notch? What if the knife fell out? A few calming breaths did nothing for his pounding heart. Could he go through with his plan? Even more important, would he?

"Yes," he whispered.

A thought stayed Aufschlag's hand partway into reaching up to knock on the oak door. What if the Geborene Mirrorist foresaw this? Konig often complained of the young Mirrorist's limitations, but Konig complained about everyone's faults. Nothing was ever good enough for the Geborene High Priest. Though the many corpses of Viele Sindein, Morgen's Mehrere bodyguard, had yet to be discovered, it was entirely possible Schwacher knew everything.

What if Konig waits within, already aware of my betrayal?

No. If Konig had advance knowledge of Aufschlag's plans, he would never have allowed Morgen to be stolen.

Aufschlag knocked gently and heard the immediate answer.

"Enter."

Once inside, he stood facing Schwacher, who, in turn, stood staring at him. The Mirrorist, who looked to be still in his teens, displayed none of the self-mutilation common to the breed. After much research Aufschlag had postulated that the more grotesque the mutilation, the greater the Mirrorist's power.

Theory, Aufschlag suddenly thought, is all fine and good until it's faced with real life. His gaze darted about the room, seeking the mirrors he knew must be present. He saw none. The room was spare, undecorated, and showing nothing of the young Mirrorist's personality. The small fireplace looked scrubbed and clean, with no hint it had ever been used. Aufschlag stared at the fireplace. Did the Mirrorist freeze in the winter, or was this the sign of some obsessive disorder? For some reason the cleanliness of the fireplace reminded him of Morgen.

"Yes?" asked the Mirrorist expectantly.

"Your mirrors . . ."

"I keep them elsewhere," said Schwacher, his face boyish and innocent. "It's the only way to get a moment's peace."

Aufschlag nodded understanding to cover his surprise. Why must I always appear knowledgeable, even to people who will soon be dead? "I need you to show me something. Some people. I need to see where they are going."

Schwacher cocked his head to one side and raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Who are we spying on?"

Aufschlag explained the when, where, and who, and the young Mirrorist led him into another room, where a single massive mirror hung in an ornate gilt frame. Together they watched the three brutal thieves kill Viele Sindein over and over. They watched the smallest thief, dressed unconvincingly as a Geborene Bishop, dart through the crowd of Vieles and kill the original. They saw the kidnappers take Morgen and flee the church, witnessed their flight west toward Neidrig.

"We have to—" began Schwacher.

"Wait."

Schwacher frowned in confusion as the scene in the mirror wavered and changed to show Aufschlag, standing in the shadows, staring after the retreating kidnappers.

"You watched them leave," he said, confused. "They took Morgen and—"

"Kill Schwacher," Aufschlag's reflection whispered clearly. "Distract Konig long enough to give the boy's kidnappers a head start. Mislead him as to where they are going." The reflection stared sadly down at his hands.

Aufschlag looked down at his hands and the sharp knife now clutched there. Movement in the mirror caught his eye and he watched the reflection of the Mirrorist back away, eyes wide with fear as Aufschlag's reflection advanced with the knife.

"I'm sorry," Aufschlag's reflection said.

Schwacher's eyes widened with understanding and he backed away.

Aufschlag followed. "I'm sorry," he said.

AFTER, WHEN SCHWACHER lay bleeding out the last of his life, Aufschlag turned his attention to the mirror. There, at the very end, the Mirrorist glimpsed briefly into the near future. Yet his vision changed nothing and the two men reenacted the scene shown there step-by-step like marionettes in a well-rehearsed play.

Though Schwacher lay dead at Aufschlag's feet, the Mirrorist's reflection still stood within the mirror, watching the Chief Scientist as if waiting.

"Why?" Aufschlag asked. "Why do you look at me like that? Will you fade and die now that Schwacher is dead?" His scientific curiosity piqued, he examined the mirror and reflection. Why does it remain? "You aren't going to fade away, are you?" Aufschlag scratched at his greasy fringe of hair. "You aren't going to fade, and you'll still be here when the body is discovered." The reflection watched him. "You'll still be here and you might be able to tell them who did this. Can you speak?"

Schwacher's reflection stared mutely, waiting.

"You might identify me as Schwacher's"—he paused to swallow—"murderer," he finished.

The reflection didn't move or blink.

Aufschlag saw it. "Ah. You've seen the future and you know what will happen. You wait for me to figure it out."

The reflection watched Aufschlag search the room until he found a heavy fire poker in the stand near the fireplace. He returned to the mirror and its waiting reflection; Aufschlag was nowhere to be seen within.

"Is this what I do, what I have to do, or something I might do?" Aufschlag asked the mirror.

Expressionless, Schwacher's reflection watched the Chief Scientist.

No surprise it doesn't answer, Aufschlag thought. I am no Mirrorist.

"I could walk away," he told the mirror.

Schwacher's reflection tilted its head to the left and continued watching him. No matter how much Aufschlag told himself he had a choice, it seemed like no choice at all. If he chose not to break the mirror—simply to prove it was an option—the reflection might tell someone of his actions. I can't chance it.

Aufschlag felt the solid weight of the iron poker hanging in his hand. This is not murder. This is a lingering delusion, nothing more.

Aufschlag smashed the mirror and fled the room. The crunch of broken glass under his shoes felt like an accusation. Several yards down the hall he slowed to a more respectable walk. It wouldn't do to look suspicious here. A thought stopped him and he stood with a perplexed frown.

"Is breaking a mirror really bad luck?" he asked aloud of the empty hall. "Everyone believes it is." No. That didn't sound quite right. "Everyone believes it is." He leaned against the cool stone wall. Why hadn't he thought of this sooner? "Damn it!" What did bad luck really mean? Would he stub his toe or fall to his death?

I DO NOT OWN THIS BOOK

just purely make for easier reading time

"I heard that this shop will be selling magical communication mirrors - with them one can contact anyone else, who has bought a mirror from this shop," said an old lady wearing a wide witch's hat and dark robes while standing on the street in front of the shop titled 'Dragon Enterprises' with her friend, who was similarly dressed.

"I doubt that it is possible. My husband once bought us a pair and I know that they work very specifically. It is impossible to connect them to other people's magical mirrors, since they are made by different enchanters and have different charms, even if the function is similar," said the old lady's friend arrogantly. She appeared to be very confident when speaking on this subject, however her companion wasn't convinced.

"They are even advertising that they will return the fees if what they are saying isn't true," she argued heatedly. Her friend just snorted with disbelief, however, she still carefully read the poster which was hanging on one of the windows.

Around the big white building, which was just next to the Gringotts bank, a crowd could be seen gathering. They enthusiastically discussed the magical mirrors and the new store's opening, which would happen on the next day. 

"Wow, they will be returning funds if the magical mirrors don't work?" said one brightly dressed wizard, eerily resembling Dumbledore, with some disbelief.

Another person shook his head, expressing doubt, and commented: "Have you seen what it says at the bottom? In the future the mirrors will have other functions, such as sending messages through them. Does it mean that we will no longer need owls? How does that even work?!"

"Ah!!! I am too stupid! I don't understand, how will I find out my friend's number if I cannot call them to ask?" asked one young lady, who had been squinting at one of the posters for the past 10 minutes. Her boyfriend, who has been standing by the side the whole time and tapping his foot on the ground, impatiently answered:

"You really are stupid! Just floo and ask them! You can also send an owl with your own number and when they call, they will tell you their number."

The lady wasn't angered, seemingly used to her companion's temperament. She idly continued to talk, as though she didn't notice her boyfriend's impatience: "But look at how much they cost! The minimum cost is 3 galleons and if the calls exceed 100 minutes per month, we have to pay 1 knut for each additional minute? What if we don't pay?"

A sigh of exasperation could be heard. The lady's boyfriend really wanted to know how he came to like this slow-minded girl. "Don't you see what's written in front of you? They can disable your mirror until you pay up!"

"That's just ripping people off!"

"Well, it is apparently hard to maintain the whole network, so they are doing it because they don't want to 'crash' it, whatever that means..." came the uncertain answer for the first time during their conversation. 

An old and flair wizard, sitting on a floating chair, heard the pair's talk and interrupted: "I bet that's hogwash - they just want to earn some money! Though the whole set up does seem to require some very specific magic... However, the mirror is more convenient than standing on the knees in front of a fireplace. At my age I cannot even floo-call my friends, cause none of us want to damage our knees. Even cushioning charms don't help much!" The old man sighed and floated away.

Meanwhile, the impatient young wizard was thoughtfully considering: "Actually, when thinking about the costs, if the mirrors work as advertised, then they should be cheaper in long term than buying an owl and their food or constantly buying floo-powder. Did you see the price increases? It's like they think we have bottomless pockets!" 

His girlfriend shook her head with disappointment - her companion was too money-conscious, no wonder he worked in the Finance department of the Ministry!

---

The day of Dragon Enterprises first store's opening wasn't very lively or bright. As it was already the first day of December, the unpredictable English weather made itself known by raining small droplets one minute and stopping the next. There was even some light mist, spreading along the streets and blocking the sight.

However, despite the unpleasant time of the year and the inconvenience, a lot of people still lined up at the front of the new store, which hasn't even opened its doors yet. This was because the poster, hanging by one of the store's windows, clearly said that the first 100 customers will get a deal of buying one mirror and getting another one for free. This kind of service would be available only on the opening day! How could curious witches and wizards not gather?

"I can hardly wait any longer, it's almost 9 a.m., do they not see us? Why are they not opening up?"

"I had to recast the drying charm for the third time today, and the day hasn't even properly started yet!"

Grumbles and complaints could be heard from the people standing in line, however no one left. Soon the Dragon Enterprises opened its doors and the people rushed in - it was hard to tell whether they wanted to get away from the rain or were eager to see the new products.

"Oh, finally!"

"Ah, it's so warm and bright inside!"

"Let's see what new stuff they got!"

As soon as people entered, they were instantly mesmerized by the shop's elegant interior. The salesmen and salesgirls respectfully greeted the first customers and led them around the store, explaining that there were no real differences between mirrors yet, aside from them having different frames and casings. 

Wizards were mostly happy with simple and cheap versions - made with common wood or metal frames. On the other hand, ladies' eyes were shining while looking at mirrors which had pretty carvings or colors. Most could only sigh wistfully after seeing those, which were made from gold, silver or expensive wood and even had gems encrusted. However, every mirror had one thing in common - be they cheap or expensive, they were all done very well and looked quite elegant, with the symbol of the curling dragon at the back.

"It doesn't matter, as long as it's usable," said an old wizard. His wife disagreed, "What usable? What cheap? All you know is to save money! My neighbor over there is buying a mirror with silver frames and carved flowers, yet you want to buy me the one made out of wood? How will I be able to face her in the future!" The old wizard could only give up - his wife didn't care that the wood was also expensive and the carvings were very beautiful -  he had to get either silver or golden one for her.

Considering the exclusive deal of 1+1, witches and wizards didn't hesitate to choose different mirrors for themselves and their partners, friends and children. Especially since they were repeatedly assured by the staff that the money would be returned if the products didn't work as advertised. 

A lot of customers bought more than two mirrors, so the store's staff was very busy. There was a long line forming from the counter throughout the whole store, so the buyers were given queue numbers and were thus allowed to rest on the couches by the side, while they waited.

There was also a line to register names to contact numbers, which was a bit shorter but still quite long.

In the end, the first day of business was very successful for the Dragon Enterprises and the next day the Dragon Mirrors were already in the news.

Draco was very happy to see that the mirror network was working as intended and even though his staff did make some mistakes by accidentally registering wrong contact numbers to the wrong names, those things were not too serious and were quickly sorted out. 

The young entrepreneur was especially pleased by the article in Daily Prophet, for which his father (obviously) paid for. It praised not only the young boy, who was the company's founder, but also the mirror network - as the new magical innovation of the century!

Imagine yourself dying and reincarnating into the book series where you know the future, where magic is a thing, and where your whole family belongs to the side which is destined to lose the coming war. 


Will you change your destiny? 


Will you try to become one of the 'good guys' or push the Dark side to win? 


Or maybe you will be neither...


*cover picture doesn't belong to this author.

Hi I'm Jake Edgewing! Let's just get to the point, and go through my life story as quick as possible. 😄

I was born March 28TH 2000 in a small town called Gravity Falls, a rainy little town in the east.
 I went to Gravity Falls Elementary in 2006. 
Graduated Gravity Falls High in 2018 and now I am 19 almost 20 and I was about to be homeless.
Until I got a call about my parents will just yesterday almost 2 weeks after their deaths.

 Edgewing Mansion was left to me in my parents Will, that was left to them in Grandmother Edgewing's Will a few Summer's back.
 Edgewing Mansion is a 3 day trip in the middle of nowhere.

 My Mother and Father Rose and Elijah Edgewing perished in a mysterious house fire around two weeks ago.
 trapped in the second floor. 

(I pack my things and head on the road)

Edgewing Mansion is Black and has a big red door with a black Lion symbol and gold door knobs.
 Everything but the door looks old.
The grass is yellow and dry. The tree is dead and Grey, and the flowers have wilted and shriveled away.
 The steps are old and creaky, The railing is wobbly. The paint is chipped and windows are broken.

 I walk up to the door and find a key under the mat. 
I open the door and head inside with all my stuff still in the truck.
 The floor is wooden with an old red carpet laying across it.
 Every piece of furniture is covered in sheets including all the mirrors. 

(Everything is so quiet except for the rain).

 I head for the kitchen and  check the light switch for electricity. (Lights flash on). 
Next I check the water in the sink. ( Turns handle). The water came out muddy for a few seconds but now it's clear. (Turns off).
 Next I head to the living room (lights flash on) I walk in and yank the sheets off.

 The sofa is Black and the recliners are grey and silky with pillows to match the set.
 Siting in front of a beautiful stone fireplace.
 The walls are a deep Blue with a dark red flower design.
 sitting above the fireplace is an old painting of Great×⁴  Grandma Edgewing. 

She has Long Red hair, Green eyes, a black dress, a pearl necklace and a black cat. 
Sitting on the fireplace is a small Dusty box with the name "Jinx" carved in it with a small lock.

 I accidentally drop the box and find a hidden key in the ash of the fireplace.

  (I pick up the box and dust the key to open it) 
inside the box is a letter with a gold seal. 

It reads... 

(Dear Reader,

This box was sealed with Blood magic. Only a true Edgewing Witch can open this box.
 Find nine more Clue's around the area, but first solve this riddle.)

" A clue from the past to be, hidden in the Walls it's clear to see. 
Notes of past and mystery.
 Find the magic in the tree, break the curse and set me free" 

(Objects and notes are scattered for you to find and unleash my dear friend Jinx.

 I lost my magic trying to protect him that's why I couldn't do this myself. 

He is hidden somewhere in the house, somewhere only you can find.

 you are our Only hope! please... Break the curse. 
I don't have much time They have the place surrounded) 
                 
 Sincerely Jennifer Edgewing

I put down the letter (Is this a joke?) I thought. (well if it was a joke it wasn't a funny one).
 I sit down confused about what I just read.
 (Why was this box and key so easy to find?) I said talking to myself
 (and who is this Jennifer Edgewing person?
 Could she be the first owner of Edgewing Mansion) I said out loud
  who was after her, who is Jinx? I thought to myself. 
I decided to get my stuff out of the truck and worry about it in the morning. 

I head upstairs with my suitcase's and a flashlight to look at the rooms.
 The first door was purple with a glass door knob. 
I open the door to see a big bed and a Big dresser.

 I can't see anything else and I'm so tired.
 I set my stuff down and hop into the big soft bed and go to sleep.

"I'm going after him," chance says, but he attempts to leave, Yuto budges in and gets caught in the door frame with him. "What Yuto?" Yuto stares, trying hard not to give anything away, "I'm coming with you." He exits before Chance. "You guys better make up by the time we drag Nel back here," Chance scolds.
    Xiao starts to prepare the fireplace by emptying the ash as she waits for Christopher to answer her. "I know you're a girl." She looks up from the ash, glaring at him, tensing her muscles in case she needed to escape quickly. "I've known from the first time you went to the forest on base. The Chaypa tribe specialized in communicating with nature, it's how we were able to surveil and detect threats before they got close."
      Xiao laughed, a rough, angry, and sarcastic laugh, "so what? What the hell does this have to do with me being self-serving?" Her tone was offputting to Christopher. "I thought your secret would someday put us in danger."
      "-and your secret hasn't?" she interrupted. "Xiao, I'm not saying this to threaten you. If you want to attack me and shut me up right now, I'm injured, you can do whatever you want!"
    "Why do we keep fighting?" Xiao says solemnly. "I came here to escape my fucking life, I'm not here to seek out an even worse nightmare."
    "I don't understand you, Xiao."
"-and I don't understand you, how can you just be okay with me? Why haven't you told anyone?" Christopher sits down beside her, hovering the fireplace. "Your society is weird, our priestess held most of the power in my tribe. If the priestess said to kill me, the entire tribe would have to listen to her."
"I don't think I like that version of society either."
"Yeah, I didn't much." They pause in awkward silence. "Is Xiao even your real name?"
"Is Christopher yours?"
"no."

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"We've been walking for forever, where did he go?" Chance bends over, winded and resting his hands on his legs. "Come on, he can't be far."
    "You and your tone, you know, people would like you a lot better if you weren't scowling at them." Chance gasps for air as he tries to catch up to Yuto. Yuto stares at the chatterbox, "you're a nice guy Chance, I don't know how to be like that."
    "What do you mean?"
"My family never really taught me to be social, everything I say just comes out wrong." Chance smiled at him, "I think I understand."
    The spot an opening in the trees that led to a small pond, entering the opening they see a large waterfall pooling into the pond beneath. They spot Nel, sitting on a rock by the shoreline. Chance approaches silently, trying to match the mood.
    Chance sits on a rock next to Nel, nudging at his side with his whole body to cheer him up. Yuto stands awkwardly behind them. "I'm sorry Yuto," Nel says quietly. Yuto sits on the other side of Nel, "you don't need to apologize, I'm a tool." Nel laughs, "It's good that you've realized."
Yuto smiles at him. "Woah look at that, it's not a scowl!" Yuto punches him in the shoulder. "I've been practicing but there are no mirrors around here."
    "I really hope you're joking," Nel laughs hysterically. "Why do I feel left out of the bromance?" Chance jokes. "Because you're not as funny as Yuto." Chance's jaw drops, "how dare you!"

Xiao starts as a self-pitying and rebellious preteen in a poverty-ridden slum. Aiming to reclaim her freedom in a patriarchal world and make the money to live on her own terms; Xiao disguises herself as a man to climb the ranks of the military. She soon realizes all is not what it appears to be on the surface. Her country is declining, and her government is self-serving and corrupt. If only she could do something to change it? Year after year Xiao trains in mana with the help of many new comrades. Over time she'll grow with them, building a bond one can only find in times of war. When a rash girl frequently scrapes past adversity, mental wounds accumulate. When will she burst? 

Please take a chance on this novel, I am constantly improving and I write every day. Thank you if you choose to read, your support gives me the strength to continue and improve :). 

contains romance.... eventually (so sorry). Contains a magic system. 


-Some LGBT Content, skedaddle if you don't like it.  It won't happen immediately though, so don't get too excited you perverts. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Mr. Herman, who submitted the request again, did not just drop off Zach at some random location but returned to the warehouse area at the end of Becky Street. Zach got out of the car and stretched his somewhat paralyzed back. Although Mr. Hermann's limo was very comfortable, not all mirrors were the same as the mirrors of Benjamin's van. Zach had to be very careful about where he sat and even moved...
When returning to Warehouse No. 13, the yellow and white cordon still sealed off the scene, but most of the police had already left. Detective James and Detective Coulson were still having a conversation outside the warehouse. No, they were arguing. No, it was Detective Coulson's unilaterally 'scolding' James!
Zach was in a good mood because it wouldn't take long for Revenge's appearance to be determined, and James, who had interacted with the hunter, could no longer get away from it. Instead of being found out, it was better than clarifying in advance.
"Why didn't you tell me!" Coulson waved his arms furiously: "Do you know how dangerous this is! That is the murderer group! And you should tell me earlier! I am your partner! ..."
Zach listened to Coulson from a distance and got into the truck. Zach probably guessed what excuse James used to get rid of his suspicion. At this point, Zach's goal has been achieved, forcing James to face his own guilt, constantly moving toward the values that he hoped him to have, and letting the hunter bear the name of the murderer!
Zach drove Benjamin's truck towards the [Back Bay] where [Fenway Stadium] is located. The northern part of Back Bay lies on the Charles River, which connects the Northern District and Western District of Barton. As he carried on moving south from Back Bay, leaving the area where the middle-class citizens of Barton live, in the direction of the Charles River to the south, there is a tributary from [Newton City] called [Passing River], which is quite obvious what it means: The river that passes by. It got its name when Barton was just founded, and it was one of the roads leading from Newton City to the slightly bustling Northern District of Barton City at that time.
Because Barton used to be a barren place, a place no one wanted to stay. Therefore it has such a name.
The Passing District on both sides of the Passing River is at the junction of the Northern and Southern Districts, and its west is close to the border of Newton City. Such a location has made its development unsatisfactory. Moreover, there are indeed a large number of low-income families here.
Gale's home is here.
What Zach said to Mr. Hermann was not entirely true. At least hunters are not a group of people that will expose themselves easily. At first, the vampire thought it would take some time to find Connor's body, and a salvage team might be needed. Unexpectedly, Connor was left in the warehouse like a discarded waste.
Zach could only think that it was Gale's parents who did it. They were unwilling to let their son's body disappear in this world twice without a trace. They made Connor appear there and let people discover it. Therefore, now Zach decided to visit these two Inans.
The houses in Passing District are small single-family buildings, but they are obviously different from the residential areas of Back Bay (Younger Sister of Cologne) and Norr Beach (David). They have broken fences with paints that are peeling off, and dust-covered trucks that are randomly on the side of the road...
Zach stopped the truck and walked on the road between the houses. The flashing street lights made the shadow of the vampire dance back and forth on the ground. Although most mailboxes in front of the porch are covered with rust, and it is not easy to identify them, it's not difficult to find Gale's home. The vampire stretched out a finger, while walking along the crooked front yard fence, he moved his finger close to the fence.
Sizzles...
When the vampire's finger crossed the fence in front of a house, it burned without warning, and the gray ashes peeled off from the vampire's finger and dissipated into the air in the red flame.
The vampire stopped in front of the house, retracted his finger, and knocked on the doorbell on the fence. The scorched finger recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye. The vampire took out a square metal bottle from the pocket of his coat, unscrewed the lid, and took a sip with his head up.
The lamp was lit in the house painted with gray paint, and the sound of footsteps crossed the porch and entered the ears of the vampire. Zach put away his 'bottle' and waited quietly.
The door of the front porch was opened slightly. A man in his fifties had a deeper outline than an ordinary person in the federation, and his thick and straight eyebrows had a mixed grey colour. His eyelids were droopy, and there was a deep dark colour on his lower eye circles.
Across the overgrown, three-meter front yard, the man's voice was low and deep: "Who are you looking for."
Zach didn't speak, his light green eyes instantly turned bright red, and then faded.
The man's eyelids lifted completely, but he didn't seem surprised, "I won't invite you in, what do you want."
"Coordinator Gale." Zach looked at the man and took out a piece of oil paper from the inside of his coat: "Can't the person who saved Ryan even get an invitation?"
Coord (abbreviated) stared at the greased paper on the vampire's hand, and a woman's voice came from the room behind him: "Let him in."
The man sighed, nodded, beckoned to the vampire, leaving the front door open and walked back into the house.
Zach pushed open the fence that was not locked at all, stepped into the front yard, and closed the door after entering the house of Gale.
The inside of the house is much warmer than it looks from the outside, but there are various photos on the fireplace used for decoration. There is a family photo with Ryan wearing a rugby uniform. In front of the sofa covered with thread-woven blankets and on the wooden coffee table, a woman brought steaming tea.
"Don't worry, it's not good for me to poison you." The woman who had met with Lola once in the [Fenway Stadium] players' lounge looked at the vampire who was staring at the tea, and said coldly.
Spell Gale pulled the shawl over her shoulders, and sat across from Zach with her husband.
"Has Ryan been found?" Spell asked, staring at her fingers that turned pale because of her force.
"Found it." Zach was not going to touch the tea in front of him. "Moreover, Revenge's identity will be discovered soon. I think both of you know why I am here. "
"We don't know where he is." Coord's raised eyebrows squeezed out four or five wrinkles on his forehead: "What do you want to do?"
Zach's mouth curled up, "They attacked the Grande family, what do you think I want to do?"
"You won't!" Coord stared at the vampire: "You won't touch my son!"
Zach looked at the man with some pity, then at the family photo on the fireplace beside him: "Your son? I didn't see his picture. Is Revenge also a vampire like me? "
Zach's taunt made the man opposite angry. His big and thick palm slapped the wooden coffee table, making light blue tea sway in the cup, splash out of the tea cup, and turning a faint white mist between the two.
"Enough!" Spell tightened her shawl, "We don't know where he is! This is a fact, do not use what you want to do to test us, we are not going to look for attention at Barton like you!"
Zach's gaze returned to the woman, thought for a moment, stood up and then bowed to both people, "the Grande family will take care of Ryan. Things are different now. You have opened the door to me, and we will welcome both of you to visit the Grande family at any time."
Did the vampire get the permission of the two to deal with Revenge according to his plan? No, he did not. But he got the other party's permission to ignore all this, and the vampire's goal was achieved again.
 


The first version: The life of Zach the Vampire in Barton City.
The second version: a vampire brought a bunch of nonhumans to live in Barton city.
The third version: strange creatures were secretly moving into Barton City.
Final version: The Barton explosion of nonhumans.
our discord is https://discord.gg/xgjKg7G


Elizabeth looks up at Harley. Her mouth wide open but nothing coming out. Just as she was about to have the courage to say something, she backed up, making a flaming log fly into a tree. The fire spread fast and in seconds, the trees around them were in flames. Black smoke was surrounding them, causing them to cough. In all of the shock and panic, Elizabeth falls unconscious. Harley catches her and holds her like a baby, trying to spot where they can escape. He didn't worry about the damage because he vampire government would take care of it. Spotting an opening, Harley runs through it. As he runs, he looks back to see the opening close up.

'That was a close one!' He thinks to himself.

As he gets to his mansion, he goes through the door to find his butler, Riverall, cleaning above the fireplace. 

"You are rather late, Harley! Where have you been? And who is that you are carrying?" Riverall asks.

"I was in the woods cooking the meat of the wolf I caught and this girl wondered into the forest. I don't know how she got into the vampire world. After all, she is human." Harley replies.

"Which room shall she sleep in? I will go ahead and clean it and have it ready for her." Riverall offers. Harley thinks for a second. 

"I want her to sleep next to my room. I wouldn't want her to escape." Harley tells his butler. He has a hint of bitter in his eyes as he says this, making the butler shiver. 

"Right away, master!" Riverall responds as he walks swiftly upstairs. Harley, not so gently, places Elizabeth on the couch. To pass time, he picks a chair, sits, and opens a book to read. The fireplace was larger than usual, making the room light up with orange. The room felt warm, this was compared to how it felt outside. Cold and wet. Looking at the girl, he sees that she was furrowing her eyebrows, giving a hint that she is about to wake up. He looked back down at what he was reading, trying to ignore the human on the couch. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees her sit up in a hurry. He closes his book and they lock eyes. 

"W-where am I?" Elizabeth pants out, clearly still in shock. 

"You are in my mansion." Replies Harley. He gets up and walks to the fireplace and sits on the ottoman in front of the flames. Elizabeth realizing who he was, stands up hurriedly. 

"How did I get here!?" She asks frantically. 
'This man is crazy!' She thinks to herself.

"I brought you here." He replies sounding bored, uninterested. He senses that Elizabeth is walking over to the door to escape the mansion. 

"It would be best that you shouldn't attempt to escape!" He says as if daring her to walk out.

"I want to be released from here immediately!" She says, her voice trembling. Harley walks over to her. Every footstep forward for him is one footstep backward for her. She backs up until she is backed up into a corner. 

"Nowhere to run now, butterfly!" He says with a grin on his face. 

"Why won't you let me go!" She asks trying to push her back as far into the corner as she possibly can. He bends down so that they were face to face. His breath as hot as burning flames. 

"Do you know what happens when a butterfly comes into contact with a hawk?" Harley asks her and she shakes her head. 
"Well, when a butterfly crosses paths with a hawk, the hawk snatched the butterfly and feasts on it for its meal!" 
Elizabeth stood there, her eyes wide. There was no way she could stay here with this man. He acted as if she was a bad child, punishing her for a crime she didn't do. She felt scared. 

"You should think twice about escaping through those doors." He points to the doors she tried escaping from. He suddenly stretched out his hand and slammed it on the wall next to her head, making her flinch. He stands up just as Riverall walks down that stairs. 

"Is everything alright?" Riverall asks with confusion. As a vampire, he can sense the emotion in the air.

"Everything is just fine." Harley answers still side eyeing Elizabeth who is still pressed against the wall. 

"Well, the bedroom is ready for use." Riverall says with a bow and walks into the kitchen. Elizabeth feels a hand on her wrist and a violent pull. She looks up to see that Harley is leading her up the cold marble staircase. She speeds up so that the grip on her wrist doesn't hurt as much as it did when he first gripped onto her wrist. As they walked down the hallway, she sees a black cat. He had a mysterious aura. An aura she couldn't quite express. After a minute or two, they were in front of a large door. 

"This is where you are staying." He says opening the door. "Keep in mind about what I said about escaping!" He saw Elizabeth tremble a little. Grinning, he says "A bathroom is in there, you should get yourself cleaned up. You are filthy!" And he walked away. Walking into the room, she saw the light from candles of all shapes and sizes. In the middle of the room held a king sized, four poster bed with curtains and a big white comforter. On the bed sat 2 large pillows. She walked into the bathroom. It was bigger than her room back home. There were 2 sinks with 2 mirrors. Walking farther in, she saw a toilet, a huge bathtub, and a huge shower. Undressing, she looked at herself in the mirror. She did look filthy. Her hair was full of twigs from the forest and she had dirt all over her. She turned on the water. As she stepped in, she felt the warm water hit her shoulder. The steam and warm water relaxed her. It felt like forever since she first stepped into the shower. She got out and started drying off when a woman walked in. 

"Sorry to barge in like this but master said to bring you these fresh clothes." The woman said. 

"Thank you!" Elizabeth says as the woman walks out the door. 
'Who was she?' Elizabeth asked herself. 

She got dressed and blew out some of the candles that were lit. Before she got into bed, the black cat she saw before walked into the room. It walked to the foot of her bed, curled up, then fell asleep. 
'How did it open the door? Weird.' She says to herself.

Feeling clean and fresh, she climbs into bed. Instead of falling asleep, all she can think about was the vampire named Harley. How was she supposed to get home? Her mom was probably worried sick! Lost in her own thoughts, she fell asleep.

“There will be no need to worry!” He says, holding her in his tight embrace.

“But what if he comes back? He going to kill me!” She says frantically against his chest.

“That is why I am here.” He answers her softly against her ear.

As she comes to age, Jane’s parents set her up with a suitor who she has to marry in under a month. Not knowing much about this person, she marries but there is something off about him. 

In dire needs, will Jane come to face death or a beautiful life with another Prince Charming? 

(This book is #2 in the series “Nightly creatures of Enchansica”! The #1 book is “Kingdom Of Hearts”! You can read them as a stand-alone but you will find it better to understand if you read it in order!)

Icy cold winter, a room naturally illuminated by a fire, a man sitting on the cold floor, next to the fireplace, was holding a bottle of beer. He seemed to be intoxicated but still drank it firmly, the beer spilling from his mouth along his neck. 

"Young master, Sir told us not to provide you with any more drinks." a low voice of a person sounded.

"Get lost." the man yelled in an extreme anger.

"Sorry, It is our fault." another of the servant pulled him. Master was drinking every day, his temper getting violent day by day. If he grows mad, all of the anger gets poured on the poor servants. Even smacking, slapping and physically assaulting them, were not rare. The maids and servants left the room.
 
"Tshhh.." a crisp cracking sound was heard.
It must be Sir losing temper over the young master. Hearing the noise, they ran back to the room.  But no one dared to step in the room.

A middle-aged man snatched the bottle and smashed it on the floor beside his feet, almost reaching the man's body, but the man did not dodge, continued kneeling. It scratched his foot, bleeding.
"Drinking, What are you sad about? You are out now. Are you sad I killed your bitch?"

The middle-aged man raised a golf club and slammed on his back. Again and again, but no cry or even a sigh was heard. He sat like a statue no sound no expression but sadness reeking from his stance.
Feeling tired the middle-aged man gave up, but the cracking sound continued to be heard. Breaking the vases mirrors all jade pieces middle-aged man vented his anger.
When all sounds finally stopped, the man stooping on the ground let out a soft sigh.

Every time this happens, he stops responding so as to not anger his father anymore.

"Why? Why did you sleep with that girl? You not only destroyed the whole plan but also left proof leading back to you. Fortunately, I aborted the child, mixing some drugs in her food or you were even leaving your seeds behind. How could I have a son like you?"

The girl was Lily who miscarried in the jail, looking at the blood underneath as her breath slowly fastened, gasping and shouting; but no one seems to notice as due to excess blood loss, she collapsed and died. The middle-aged vicious man was James, beating his son, Ryan ruthlessly with a golf club.

Closing his eyes, Ryan remembered the girl, her smile. Yes, he actually didn't love her yet he was sad about her death. 

Did she deserve to die? 

He always obediently followed his dad's instruction, wishing one day his dad will be proud of him. Though the day never came. Instead, he had to spend many days and nights in jail. He was out now but was it the same. Was he the same?

Hearing no reply, James raised the club again, the door opened. A soft below voice cried: "Please don't hit my son anymore. He won't do it again."

"You stay out of it." pushing her aside, he yelled "If not for him, My Clara would have married Ash. Everything is destroyed."

Ira, a cold arrogant tyrant wanted to stand at the top of the ladder at all cost which included even her family.
In the end, all she got was desolation...
She left her husband,
And everyone left her one by one.
Her child, her Father, her brother, and her mother...

Reborn a decade before at a turning point of her life, she was given a second chance.

She was pregnant again…

'The two lines on the result window of the pregnancy strip which felt like prison bars in my last life will be my wings this time.'

She caressed her belly and cried: "Baby, thank you for coming to me again. Mommy's sorry for not appreciating you in the past."
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She vomited due to morning sickness.
He wiped her mouth with his fingertips, giving her water.
"Stop! It's yucky" Ira protested. 
"It is just spit." Viv said.
"And some pizza I ate in the evening," she smiled smugly.
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