Emica Kana is 18 years old. She has always loved writing stories., They were her escape from reality. She always wished that a man would come and save her like they always do in the stories.
Well, she got her wish.
Emica entered a small writing school that was near a river. Her friend had joined her. But, the teacher had an odd vibe around him. Emica became a little scared of him. She especially became scared when the teacher started to pay more attention to her. One day, when she runs from him, she falls into a world of adventure, risk, and abnormalities. 
But, her teacher is what scares her more than this new world. What secrets and schemes did he use to get her here?

Time went on and MC enjoyed his life of rich 2nd generations. When MC finally made his public appearance when he was 2 yr old the world finally saw a glimpse of Heir of Cerejo. Every news channel had his face for headline.
At age 4 MC shocked his parent with his knowledge. He had knowledge of a Adult. Although he was not a genius in his previous life but he retained what he learned in previous world because of his perfect memory. This made his parent giving up on asking for a Tutor as he self-studied after a year.
At age of 6 his mother started to go to Work as Co-owner again. She some time takes him with her. His parents knew that he was very mature for his age. He was also bored because Marvel Cannon doesn't start until 2008.
He then started taking interest in his family's Entertainment industry. Which his parents noticed so once in a while his mother would take him to watch the shooting of various Movies of their Cerejo entertainment. Which he would very much enjoy. His dad was a busy man but he would still try his best to spend as much time with his family.
Age 8
Mc noticed that there was tension going on between Various Government and Mutants. Government was trying to suppress various mutants by developing various laws. And Mutants would retaliate accordingly. Currently there were 2 main leaders of Mutant
1.  Professor Xavier – He was a pacifist who wanted human and Mutant to live in harmony.
2.  Magneto – This guy was aggressive and would retaliate against human .
Professor had his X men and Magneto had his brotherhood of  Mutants
There was a delicate balance in the society. Even government knows that they can't push mutants too hard. Because if Professor x and magneto work together that it would be very difficult for government to retaliate.
Middle of all this was an organization "Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division". Who worked in shadows to deal with all supernatural activities. They try to maintain the balance between mutants and humans.
There was another organization in shadows who trying to do exactly opposite of SHIELD, its name was Hydra. This organization aim was acquisition of power and to overthrow all government by technological means.
But this has nothing to do with MC.
He decided to do something about his boredom until he turns 10 because that is when he will go to middle school. Which was agreed by his parents and nonnegotiable. They wanted him to have friends but he always felt  that playing with brats is just waste of time . He will act like a kid in front of his parents because of love for them ,  but to others he only saw them as ants.
So he decided one day to do something interesting. His family has many industry weapon, bio technology and entertainment. He ruled out weapon and bio technology. He decided to write a movie script just for the fun of it.
So he started writing "Toy story 1 "well it was for kids. But when his parents found out from butler what their son was doing they just smiled and let him do what he wants .They knew he was very mature for his age and they had already decided to send him to middle school at age 10 . So they let him freedom to do what he wants as long he doesn't cross the line.
When MC finally finished the script. He showed it to his parent. His parent were a little shocked at a complete movie script. But they were happy that mc has finally taken interest in something rather than being a lazy ass. So they informed Head of their company movie director to go check the script of MC. Although they loved him they will definitely not spoil him unreasonably. so they told the Head director to check the script and see how it was make adjustment accordingly and make the movie . They did  not care about money even if it went flop . As it will be a good experience for MC.
MC then met one of his company entertainment movie directors and gave him the script for toy story. Director was shocked and speechless at the 8 yr old heir. He asked if MC wrote it alone , MC just nodded.
After that movie production started and it was completed in 2 month. And when the movie finally hit the theater it was a bombshell for the kids. Although it was not popular among adults kids loved it. It did a box office of $400 Million. And mc was praised by his parents. He again became a hot topic in media 8 yr old writing a script of a movie, though it was a kids movie you can understand the shock of people.
He was called for various interviews but he just refused it . He did it just to kill his boredom. But getting response like this gave him more confidence and he decided to write scripts for other movies as well.
Time Skip 2 yrs – 10 yr Old
Mc has written a no of movie script . Toy story 2 , Shrek 1,2 , Despicable Me 1,2 . All which was loved by kids, and had box office of $500 and more.
His parents were actually shocked at his script writing. Because it has earned they a huge profit for Cerejo entertainment INC.
Various toys were made made based on Movies which also earned a lot of profit.
Currently Mc was sitting was having dinner with his parents.
Mom ," Honey you are now 10yr and you still don't have a single friend . When you go to Middle school try to make few friends"
MC,"I don't need friends mom"
Dad," Son I know you are very mature for your age but everybody need friends. There are many things that you cant share with your parents. That's where Your friend come in ."
MC,"Dad you do know that I don't need to go to middle school right I already learned everything. There is nothing they can teach me"
Mom," Honey I am not sending you because I think you needs education. I know you are a genus. I am sending you to middle school because I want you to interact with kids of your age. I want you to enjoy your life"
MC,"I am enjoying my life mom"
Mom," Writing scripts for movies and attending Premieres what you call fun"
MC ,"Mom …."
Mom," Enough ,I have decide you will attend middle school and that's final"
MC looked at his dad for help.
Dad," Sorry son your mom is right , you need to interact with people of your age"
MC sighs in defeat
[Oh yeah gods gift was if he decided to move to other world , he can take his loved one with him to that world]
Time skip – MC is 16 yr (2 yrs till MCU starts)
[ I will make story and year adjustment to fit my character. There will peter Parker from Amazing spider man and jean grey of same age and in same class of MC. Remember mc is not a good guy so don't go thinking he will go be a hero or he will fight for justice. He only cares for his own people others he couldn't care less ]
He went to Special Middle school especially made of rich kids like him. He was like the prince of school. Where ever he went people came shaking their tails. Girls flocked around him but he did not care because he knew all this rich girls only wanted to be with him because of his money and status. And to be honest compared to actual lead heroines he didn't feel interest in them at all.
He made 3 parts for all his animation series. Also other trilogy like kung fu panda ,cars , ice age.
He was known as a genius Script writer and had a title of ,"Trilogy king"
Then it was time to go to High school. He chose Midtown Science High School where Spider man attended. Before going he just bought the school and made them upgrade the building and equipment and also hire professional teachers. He made sure that students are selected on grades rather than by money. Very quickly it popularity increased becoming one of top high schools in New York.
It was finally time to Start his High school life .

Mc is reincarnated in Marvel with OP powers.  
1 .Vector Manipulation 
2 .Primordial Phoenix bloodline
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'Uncle Vinnie, am going to school tomorrow,' Khalayi quipped at the breakfast table. Uncle Vinnie looked at her with a face that seemed to read 'it was about time young lady'. Relieved by her decision, Uncle Vinnie left the breakfast table abruptly to inform the school about the status of her education. Khalayi had attempted to stop him from fussing but he declined by stating that he might as well be done with the preparation before she could change her mind. The week had been one of tug as Uncle Vinnie tried to convince the stubborn 17-year-old to get back to high school and get done with her final year. The 1st term of her final high school year had just begun. Even though she could be considered smart, her school attendance could not be ignored.
 His greatest fear was that her wealth would get into her head at one time and she would decline her school work. Her self-drive impressed him and even though her company wasn't the best, he never had to worry about her grades and school activities. She was among the top 3 students in her school, captain of the football team, and secretary of the Art club. She had won several awards in creative writing. Her only flaw was her assertiveness that reared its head once a while. This had led the school to consider entrusting her with a position as a student leader, to tone down her assertiveness which was applied mainly against the school administration. It was a school custom that tried to curb down trouble-makers by absorbing them as student leaders. Generally, student leaders were never liked due to the fact that they had to side more with the teachers and less with the students. A sort of 'divide and rule' tactic replicated in a tiny system that shapes the workforce.
At one time she had questioned her history teacher about the foundation of the education system which seemed to replicate the colonial master's system. She brought up things like slavery and a colonized mind to question the school leadership system. According to her, absorbing trouble-makers as a student leader was similar to how the colonial masters absorbed some natives as superintendents or chief that reported to them about fellow natives. The teacher was incensed by her inquiry and description. Her opinion was cruelly shut down and branded as a form of rebellion. Another time she argued about the chronological facts of a bible story that her teacher presented, stating that the teacher's fact did not coincide with those in the bible- leaving the teacher livid. All these argumentative episodes were silently suppressed because she was quick to point out that it was an educational discussion and could not be termed as a case of indiscipline. As a result, this and other discussions never made it to Uncle Vinnie's and her grandmother's ears.
To Uncle Vinnie and her grandmother, she was a bubbly and kind girl. However, to the teachers and students, she was a tiny terror sent to torment them. Her innocent looks did not coincide with her energy and sharp tongue. Her two weeks of absence from school had relieved them and they even hoped she would not show up that year. The headmistress felt a headache coming up once she received Uncle Vinnie's call. Her hopes of a peaceful year were dashed. It is just one year, one year of facing off with the little trouble maker. The little episodes of arguments with the teachers, bullying, and incitement of students had not passed her unnoticed. She had had to change the school menu, renovate hostels for students considered of a lower cadre and change the grading system for reasons such as classism as a result of her incitement. The arguments were packaged in a manner that sounded convincing to parents and philanthropic to Uncle Vinnie. Who could believe her if she stated that Khalayi had done it out of boredom and a desire to rile the administration?
To the students, she was an unpredictable tyrant. At one time she was sweet and friendly; other times she was a bully. For her, as long as it suited her situation, you could be a friend or foe, even if the situation was something as shallow as getting a tick out of bullying someone. Her current target was Nasike, a quiet girl who got out of everyone's way and just wanted to live peacefully. That was the order of the day, before the accident and before Nastanje happened. Nastanje relegated this priority to the back of her mind in the 2 weeks that she had been trying to figure her way around all this mystery. She actually liked Khalayi, it was like reincarnated into a character she had never unleashed because her world could never accommodate it. Without the power and money to back her up, she always had to tow the line. Having parents and 5 siblings, she could not afford to add to her parents' trouble. Any form of argument no matter how logical would have been packaged as a rebellion that deserved punishment where the minimal would have been a suspension and the maximum an expulsion. But now, now she had the environment and the opportunity to unleash the wildcat within.
Khalayi's wish wasn't spectacular, just for her to live to the fullest. To live as the person, she always wanted to be, without regret. Nastanje thought it was the easiest wish someone could ever ask her to fulfill. 
'Ah, youth, youth, youth, youth, youth….'  Khalayi kept murmuring, exhilarated. A backpack was strung on her back and a suitcase dragged through the school gate, glasses covering the naughty glint at the corner of her eyes. She smiled innocently and coolly, disarming the teacher on duty and her class teacher who had been standing by the gate watching the students pour in. The relaxed teacher abruptly jumped into an alert mode seconds later after seeing the smile. That smile was never a good sign, not a good sign at all. The teacher exclaimed in his mind. 
'Let's work hard together during this final year, Sir', Khalayi quipped after greeting the class teacher. The teacher hoped it was school-work work hard and not activism-work work hard. The previous three years had not been enough to steel him through the kind of antics the student he loathed and liked at the same time pulled.

Dull, boring, routine do-gooder. 
'No, am not talking dirty with you now because am in the office and i look innocent and everyone thinks am a good person'
Reincarnated in her doppelganger's 19 year old body, 
'it is about time to be a bad girl, unapologetically evil, basely iniquitous'
She smiled innocently, her eyes holding an evil glint.

The characters might irk you. They have no apologies for who they are...

I am not that pleasant to the eye. I have these forever tiny pimples that take shelter on my face. And I think I have gotten big over the years of stress-eating. 

This guy in front of me does not think so though. 

/"I was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner later."/ 

Or maybe he is just making fun of me and this is some kind of prank he is trying to pull off with his jock of a friends. I have seen this guy and he is the new member of the basketball team of Moordale High. I have not known him that much, but I know the basketball boys were assholes. 

This guy standing in front of me is a sophomore and it sucks that he is taller than me. He has brown curly hair, black eyes, and frickeled cheeks. And I think he is pleasant to the eyes, too pleasant. 

/"I was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner later."/ 

Too straightforward to even be believable. I look boringly back at his eyes, which showed nervousness. He glances at something behind my back. The jockholes look like they are snickering. 

I grab the books from my lockers and look back at him.

"Trust me, you don't wanna be like them." I walk away from him and towards my first period. 

You see, the basketball players at my school hate me. They hate me for accidentally finding out their secret. I never meant to intrude but they were just not that careful. That's why they left me alone, sadly my proof was shattered by them, my phone, and now I had nothing against them. Just kidding, I backed it up on my laptop. I am not that fucking stupid. One more dirty move, and their parents will know that their precious innocent sons are actually not that innocent anymore. 

Wednesday is the best school day. Creative Writing is first period. And I love the subject. And I get to be with Atlas in the same room. 

I quickly go to my seat and write my thoughts and feelings of the day. Mr. Harrington has this idea of writing down what we are feeling and I don't know for what purpose. 

/I think I will be fine./

He has not yet arrived. I roll the paper and put it in the box of his table. 

I turn to my seat to find Atlas already sitting and writing down on his paper. He is 7 seats away from me. He is in front while I was at the back.

In no time, the students filled the room and Mr. Harrington started his lecture of the day. I listened to him properly but my mind keeps bringing me back to what happened this morning.

/"Your mom is coming here tomorrow, please clean your room."/ I hear my dad's voice. It was not my mom, coming to the house, that was bothering me. It was my dad. Sure, he changed. But everything was awkward at the house, he is always early for work and arrives so late. He does not look at me when he says something. We don't eat together. It's like we are two strangers living in the same house. Like housemates that are supposed to get along. We don't get along. He barely even talks to me. It has always been like that. I was always the one initiating the conversation when we eat together, which barely happens. I tell him about school and he would reply with words that are blank and I ask him about work and he'll say it's okay and the conversation ends.

/I think I will be fine/ I snap out of my thoughts and look back at Mr. Harrington who has started reading the rolled papers. 

"Whoever you are, remember that it gets better. Your day might have started badly, does not mean it ends badly, do something fun, something you want to do. It's a bad day, not a bad life." Mr. Harrington was good at motivation and making students feel better. I wonder why isn't the guidance councilor when he was better than Mrs. Yuan. 

"I beat off three tim..." the class is in hysterics, including me. "Now, what did I say about this stuff?..." He rambles on and on about the use of language and then continued to read the other papers, which of course, had plenty more unclean contents. 

I look back at Atlas, whose back I can only see. He is laughing along with the class, his broad shoulders bobbing in the process. 

He is good at poetry as well. He is good at everything he does. He is this perfect student, this perfect jock, this perfect son, this perfect boyfriend, but he will never be a perfect friend. 

Suddenly, I am so angry. Angry at him. Angry for what he has done. Angry that he gave up on our friendship. Angry that he blamed me for his parents separation when his parents actually had reunited and stayed a perfect family in town. Angry that he did not even reach out and try to recompense. Angry that he chose to be friends with assholes. Angry that he is unattainable. 

And I am angry at myself, for not being able to let go. For messing things up. For not being able to save my parents' marriage. Angry at my mother for leaving. Angry at my mother who has built a new family and they are probably talking and not awkward with each other. Angry at my father for cheating. Angry that he isn't proud of his faggot of a son that he could not even talk to let alone look at. I am angry that I chose him. 

I am angry at myself for being the way I am. I am angry that as I sit here, my eyes blinking back tears, looking at Atlas' back, I realize that I am jealous of him. That I have always been. And I hate it. 

"Mr. Jones, are you okay?" I look back at my 6'4 teacher who is now standing in front of me. I know all eyes are on me. They are probably looking at me weirdly, including Atlas. But I don't look at any.

I clear my throat.
"Um, yeah... I am okay sir."

I will always say I am okay.



/Even when it is obvious that I am not./

Summer is in love with Atlas. Atlas likes Summer, but no, not in that way.


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Staying with Eva certainly wasn't boring. On the first night they were at her house she insisted they were going to burn through as many Disney movies as possible so Hazel would know who all they bothered standing in line to take pictures with. 
She hadn't realized her lack of knowledge had been so apparent. But Eva wasn't unkind about it. It seemed more like she wanted to share something fun that she liked than she thought Hazel was crazy for not knowing before. 
Most of the movies were pretty cute. Exactly the sort of things kids tended to eat up. 
Hazel had enjoyed it too once upon a time. Her parents used to put those types of movies on for her and sometimes even take her to see them in theaters. 
She used to wish they would play movies while she was in the mental hospital. But after meeting Will and hearing all of the amazing things there were to know about the real world, the fictional one hadn't appealed to her as much anymore. 
Besides, once she got out her uncle wasn't the type to allow children's movies in his house. He didn't like the slightest bit of noise indicating she existed most of the time. That was the only reason he supplied her with minimal art supplies. 
Drawing was always an effective way to shut her up. As she went back to school and was able to check out books from its library she tried to draw the things she read about. There were even some guides on how to draw that helped her a lot as she tried to improve. 
Hazel spent the remainder of her elementary school days and most of middle school as well refining her technique. She was so absorbed by all there was to learn that she had no interest in friends so it wasn't like anybody other than her uncle would have taken her to the movies either. 
When they weren't watching movies, Eva wanted to hear more about Hazel's life. There really wasn't much to tell leaving out her juicy past. She was a pretty boring person. 
Talking about her art was a fairly safe topic. She mentioned that she had been interested in it basically her whole life so it was the obvious career choice even though people advised her against it. 
Everything had worked out in the end. She landed this comic job, which looked great on her resume. And after that she ended up married to someone who was willing and able to buy her all the art supplies she could ever want. Will had kept his promise quite well even if it was later than she had hoped. 
Getting here had been a rough road though. Her uncle didn't support her dreams and refused to pay for her to go to art school. He had barely acknowledged her when she got a scholarship by buying her a school sweatshirt. 
All of her high school teachers (except the art teacher) were against it too. They thought she was wasting her brains on a field that wouldn't pay well or offer a consistent job unless she decided to be a graphic designer. 
Hazel didn't want to spend her entire life creating lifeless things for other people. She refused to go down that road, even if it meant picking up a bunch of odd jobs to get by. 
Graphic designers didn't have any sort of creative freedom whatsoever in her mind. She needed to be unrestrained and free in her art or she felt choked. Even working with a finicky author like Eva was far superior to making logos all day. 
The nice thing was that Eva understood how she felt about taking the easy road. She could have gone to grad school to become a social worker like every other psychology major she knew because it was the 'smart choice' with that degree. Social workers, like graphic designers, were in high demand. 
But she was one to take the road less traveled by. If she went back to grad school it would be to specialize in the very specific field she wanted and nothing less. 
She had told Hazel how she ended up where she was now, in what her mother called 'a career dead end.' Yes, she was working two jobs and didn't have the most glamorous lifestyle but she made enough to do fun things every so often like their trip in Florida. 
The point was that she was doing what she wanted and didn't feel a rush to change that. Hazel could respect that. 
What she was less fond of was that Eva's interest in true crime and serial killers was because she was genuinely intrigued by criminology. Her eventual goal was to work for the FBI as a profiler. 
Wanting to catch people like her parents' killer wasn't the part she was upset by. It was how she consumed countless amounts of media about serial killers and other famous criminals and helped perpetuate sales and popularity for those things. 
It was people like her who kept the market for such grotesque things open. Those she truly despised—the people who capitalized on other people's pain by writing books picking apart the sick minds of killers—made money off of people like Eva. It was why they kept doing it. 
She had seen the book on the Bay Area Blade that had largely inspired his inclusion in that docuseries in a stack on the coffee table. It had taken all of her willpower to keep her mouth shut about it.
The series had already started airing and Hazel desperately hoped Eva wouldn't want to watch it while she was stuck here. She wasn't sure she would calmly be able to explain why she couldn't bear to watch that crap. 
Three days passed and there was no sign of the snow letting up back home so she would have to stay here a while longer. That show aired on Sundays and it was Thursday now. More than anything she wanted the airport to be cleared for travel before then.

“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!”

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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...

I didn't want to write this. I really didn't. I'm delighted that my loyal readers gave this book a chance anyway even though it's different from what other novels are like out there. But, I am going to cancel this novel or update slowly. I tried very hard to persist by writing more chapters. But I can't. I lost my direction and creative voice.

It's NOT the reader's fault. It's my own. I love and appreciate all the feedback and comments given. Readers are allowed to offer opinions and critiques. I praise those who do. It's very insightful and thoughtful. 

The reason why I chose to give up is for two reasons. I lost my direction, meaning that it's not coming out the way I initially wanted it. The reason why is because I felt that since my story is different, I took a risk, which all authors do. We take risks. 

But unfortunately, I changed and re-wrote this story twice because I tried to make it good. But I didn't follow my initial instinct because I was afraid of what people may think, which is my fault for overthinking in the first place. 

Now, for the second reason. I am comparing this book to my first one. Now, it's challenging to grasp attention as a novice writer with no experience. But my first book, "Daughters of the Elite," FAILED the first time. It flopped. Badly. I went in and re-wrote it. 

NOW, it has a million views, hundreds of comments, and dozens of reviews. I never thought it would reach that audience since it's not contracted. But it did, and I'm happy and thrilled! 

The second time I wrote it, I received collections and votes quickly. I struggled at first, but my audience multiplied, once the word spread. My synopsis grabbed people, and I didn't enter any competitions because I didn't like the fact that people had to pay spirit stones. UGH. The amount of money I spent on this app because of 1000+ chapter novels. 

I hated the spirit stone system, so when I began writing, I wanted my stories to be good and free, but the issues are none of my works are promoted for that reason. 

I didn't gain a cent writing DOTE, but it's OKAY. I write these books for fun, but in the end, I know when to stop if it's not doing well. This book is not doing well at all. Which, again, I am not hurt by it that much, because I have book three that keeps me going. 

Before publishing this book, I received many requests and comments about how people were excited about book two, and I feel like I failed you guys. It's mysterious for sure, with some intrigue. But it's not what people want. 

Book 3, however, is anticipated. Now, I already began writing the book, and there are no struggles with it so far in terms of plot writing. *Hopefully* but I should drop this one. I persisted with DOTE; I failed on this one. I'm sorry. 

This book is about love that is thought to be lost but regained over time. 

NOW! I might complete this novel!!! However, updates will be unpredictable. It could be once every few days, maybe once a week. I am focused on book three. 

I really do like writing this book. But again, not many people like the idea of this one, of course, as you readers being the wonderful exception. 

I will be deleting this chapter in 24 hours so I can proceed with new chapters. But again will be mainly working on book three:

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BOOK THREE:

"A SONG FOR A SUMMER'S NIGHT" 
 
[Release will be in one or two weeks]
Tags: Romance; Arranged Marriage; Forbidden Romance

Song Luli is a sharp-tongued, bold, and reserved young woman who unexpectedly becomes the new successor of her father's company—Song Entertainment—right after her older sister abruptly disinherits herself. 

Song Luli, now the heiress of a large company, soon receives word that Song Entertainment is crumbling in the business world, and to secure her position; she must marry Long Jie, a wickedly handsome heir of a conglomerate, who is bound to duty and responsibility. 

Long Jie is a handsome, ruthless, and calculative young man who destroys careers or makes them, and he is known to be frigid by rejecting every offer for a suitable match. 

But he picks Song Luli. 

On the terms of marriage, they agreed to never fall in love, to never think about the possibility as they dedicate their time towards their jobs and families. Marriage benefited both of them for the sake of power and to survive the turmoils of High Society. 

Watch as the budding romance blooms between two stubborn and cynical individuals who share more in common than they want to admit, learning more about what it means to be married, and battle the power struggles that they face, together. 

Meanwhile... 

Song Luli's cousin Su Xiang is an aspiring doctor devoted to her job and inheriting the legacy her mother built. She is the heiress of Song Pharmaceuticals, but when her older adoptive brother returns from four years of Medical school, she must confront the blooming feelings she harbours for him. 

Until next time, and hopefully, I succeed.

What happens if the person you thought you hated the most turned out to be the one who loves you ceaselessly, unconditionally, and passionately? 

Status: Completed

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Xue Guangli was a young woman who followed her mother’s legacy; she won’t marry to get above her status. She will earn it. 

However, when a tragedy struck her home, she lost sight of the things she wanted. 

To get her life in order, she must regain the classy legacy she left behind, find the real suspect of her mother’s killer, and pave a way through the challenges thrown at her. 

But when it comes to her mother’s murder trial, Xue Guangli is forced to get help from the man she hates the most—Long Huojin. Long Huojin is an achingly handsome and devastatingly perfect successor of a large conglomerate, but the two never got along. 

Xue Guangli hated Long Huojin for most of her life—so much that when he looks at her, she can hardly breathe. 

Long Huojin, on the other hand, secretly pines for Xue Guangli patiently waiting for the day she’ll let him in. 

***Novel Completed at Chapter 70***

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“Her eyes dropped to the hollow of his throat, to the bob of his Adam's apple. Her gaze lingered and stopped at his mouth, at the seams of his lips. It hadn't occurred to her what it would feel like to taste them.” 


Keywords: Male Lead; Female Lead; Romance; Crime Drama; Strong Female Protagonist; Respectful Male Lead; No Prolonged Misunderstandings; No Sexual Assault; No Evil Sisters; Detailed Smut; 18+ 

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Other Works: 

Daughters of the Elite (4.8)
A Song For a Summer's Night 

Art cover isn't mine. Will remove when asked.

8th grade year was pretty slow in the beginning. I made the basketball team and I also got into honor band which is pretty hard to do. I also liked this year because I got to try new things and have new classes. One class that wasn't the best was history because there was one girl in that class that didn't like me. Most girls on the basketball team didn't like me for reasons I never figured out. They never passed the ball to me and my coach also didn't like me because I didn't have to pay for any of my basketball fees. My counselor paid for all my fees along with another parent of a basketball teammate. I had fun at all competitions from band and cross country all the way to basketball. Over the year I became really close friends with Kaitlynn and I had my first sleepover with her. We both learned how different we were but also how well we went together. 
  I had some good times during this year going to my first school dance with a group of my sports friends. The last dance I went to was my 8th grade dance and I went with one of my band friends because he asked me to go with him. The dance pretty much was screaming to music and no dancing. Our group of friends just took a bunch of photos together and goofed off in them. 
  After the dance we were planning our graduation and our last days of middle school. We got our year books ready and was writing each other notes people were just all over the place. The band got to go to six flags before we graduated. When I was looking for my dress I wanted to look cute because I was more of a tomboy growing up and it was one of the first times I wanted to look really cute and show off a bit. After I got my dress the next day was the last day of school and all of us were just ready to leave that place as fast as we could. Summer was calling us and all we wanted to do was to go for it. I wanted to sleep in for once because my dad worked I got to school at 6am. So that was the last day to wake up that early for awhile. The bell rang and everyone went running and I went to cross country. After that I took an ice bath at home and went to bed early to be ready for my 8th grade graduation ceremony. For band we played the national anthem and then we went to our seats to get called for our diplomas. After I graduated and got my paper to prove it I wanted to get home and sleep because it was my time for a break which I needed. Summer was a constant reminder that I was getting older and I had to start thinking of what I wanted to do. I was contemplating on which activities and sports I wanted to do during my high school years. Because those were just around the corner.

This is a journal entree type book starting as years then weeks 
So the book starts out fast then goes slower.

"Are you seriously considering all that?" Zoe blurted out in wide-eyed astonishment at Erin as soon as Veronica was out of their radius. 

 

She had indeed presented her ideas for their homecoming party like a campaign report. And Veronica earnestly considered them as she attentively listened all throughout their informative conversation. 

 

It's not that she didn't believe in Veronica. But the intricate details of the program itself that itched her. She didn't want to voluntarily engage in team buildings, much more, winning and being the crowned Survivor Queen. 

 

The regret for allowing herself to become a part of it was consuming her. She couldn't shut up about it. 

 

"Why not?" Erin replied in a nonchalant attitude as they walk to the elevator that will usher them to the floor where their place was. 

 

"It's frivolous," she merely commented, feeling sorry for her dear friend to criticize her creative plans like that. But she didn't dote on her to continue being absorbed with those childish concepts. 

 

To her dismay, Erin reacted differently. "Which is more fun! It will be just like when we were living in high school. And this island will be precisely a sweet escape from all the hustle and bustle of our ordinary hectic lives!" 

 

She gleamed with that dreamy gaze again, even clasping her eager hands together. If she would instantly lift up one of her feet backward in the air, she will really exist in a high school musical theatre. 

 

"Ugh, it's disgusting," Zoe crossed her arms and crumpled her face. "7th floor please," She growled fiercely at the elevator person, who had no choice but to obey the grumbling queen. 

 

 

"I would feel more comfortable if I stay in my hotel room for the entire day. I'll just drop by at the restaurant for the grand dinner." Her rosy lips twitched upward as she satisfactorily resolved her dire situation within the earshot of Erin. 

 

"Uh, uh, uh," Erin gently waved her forefinger at Zoe. "You willingly promised me, remember?" She made a triumphant grin and enclosed her victorious arm with hers.

 

Upon hearing what she said, she recalled their discussion over the phone a few days ago. She was right. She agreed to her earnest request to take part in the reunion celebration. But she has no idea then that a lot of activities would take place.

 

"You didn't tell me there will be team building. And survivor king or queen? You naturally know I hate those kinds of stuff." She lightly nudged her away. Just thinking about it made her feel horrible. 

 

It's not due to the social activity itself but her terrible memories during their school years every time they would have an organized event. Erin hasn't experienced it because she's one of the cool and popular. But she knew. The Orphan Zoe knew. 




"Come on, it will be different this time around," Erin responded as if she examined her thoughts. She clung back to her and subtly reminded her of whom she is right now.


"You forgot that you were the high and mighty Zoe now. You have accomplished a mighty lot in just a few years' time. They will not respond to you as they did in the past." Erin enthusiastically encouraged her as they moved out of the express elevator. 


The elevator operator mutually agreed with her as she nodded approvingly before they leave. Erin winked back at her. 


Zoe raised an eyebrow and strutted down the hallway to the hotel room. "They should. Or else, it's clobbering time." Her active energy that flew away a few minutes ago came back with a fearful vengeance. 


She may have grudgingly allowed them to oppress her when they were merely minor children. But now that they have grown up, she would not tolerate them anymore. She would not make a move as long as they don't trigger it. But if they will, she'll demonstrate to them the difference between pain and agony.


"Hey, cool down, will you? You're so worked up we can't come inside your luxurious room! Give me your card key," Erin scolded her who brought her back to the present realm. Until then, they were at the front door of the private room where she was staying in, and she hadn't noticed.


In a stubborn move, she pulled out her key from her bag and yielded it to Erin. She was correct. She should not allow them to get into her system. She will just wait and see for herself. 


Erin instantly drew in a long deep breath as soon as she entered her space. "Finally! Some proper rest!" She exclaimed as she intentionally let herself dropped on the adjacent bed from Zoe. She wiggled her tired feet to remove her high heels and let them dangle above the floor.


"Hey, what about Red? Do you think he's all right even after we willingly left him like that?" She blurted out of nowhere as she peeked through her folded arms while still flat on the extensive bed. 


"Maybe," Zoe shrugged. 'I wonder how he is,' she whispered under her breath as she recalled him walking with a limp with a bandaged arm. 'Did he go to a local hospital or did he return to where he was staying?' 


"He's a mature man. Why did you ask?" She nonchalantly replied, not causing a hint to Erin that she was genuinely worried about him or she would tease her again. She grabbed a cotton ball to cleanse her face with a cleanser, so she could have a midnight bath before she slumped down. 


"I'm just wondering if he's alone or has a companion to help him while he was having a vacation on this island." Erin pondered aloud as she twisted and lied on her back.


She suddenly felt remorseful for forsaking him behind. Zoe glanced back at her. "What caused you to think he was enjoying a vacation? He may be a local villager here, for all we know."


Erin grabbed a plump pillow, propped up her shapely head, and looked wistfully at her. "I have been here on this lovely island many times. And I haven't seen him before. He didn't look like one of the villagers here. And his accent is unique. I wonder where he's from." 


Zoe furrowed her prominent brows and thought carefully about it too. "Where in the social world did that man came from?"



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A prince from a hidden land. A doctor from an urban city. Their goals clashed. Their worlds are poles apart. Yet, their fates were intertwined to cross over and over again. Can they escape their destiny or is love enough to prevail against all odds?

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Meet Raigon Wang, a Crowned Prince from the hidden land of Terra, who is hell-bent on protecting his City since the great bloodbath took place fifteen years ago. 

But will he be able to pursue his goal or will he succumb to the pressure of love after meeting Zoe Cheng, a persecuted orphan turned into a dauntless ambitious doctor with her own set of goals, whom he deliriously yearns to be his queen? 

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Excerpt:

“Let me go!” Zoe thought of screaming these words as she struggled to fight him off on top of him. But when she gazed at him, her arms gradually surrendered and let go.

At first his eyes bored into her. He scrutinized every part of her soul with his brows knitted together. Then the tension in his face melted little by little as his eyes opened wide. 

Then they became full of longing, joy, and compassion. His gaze upon her made her feel that he knew everything about her and her ugly past and yet embraced all of it together with who she was now... 

All traces of vengeance left in her body melted away. A teardrop fell on her cheeks.

Who is this man? He is a stranger to her. Why does he have an effect on her like she knew him for a long time? 

At that moment, she wanted to hug him and cry her heart out. She wanted to let him know how the world treated her believing that he would take her side. 

Zoe crumpled her forehead and tilted her head, trying to remember who he was. 

“She didn’t remember me,” Raigon thought as he saw her beautiful ethereal face scrunched up.

He relaxed his hold on Zoe and turned over to his side. They were now at right angles on the sand.

“I’m glad that you’re alive.” He whispered. 


This is a slow burn book. No major misunderstanding or rape scenes.

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　　After an unperceived amount of time, he woke up once again.

　　Yet again he felt disoriented, and a feeling of panic slowly started creeping up on him once more. However, this time, he quickly suppressed those feelings. He knew that once he let himself fall into panic, he would once again grow tired extremely quickly. He did not know why this was the case, but he could feel the tendrils of exhaustion slowly trying to get a hold of him already.

　　Even thinking such simple thoughts caused him to grow increasingly tired. He quickly tried to get what he knew in order before he succumbed to sleep once more.

　　He knew he had been on a tight schedule, finishing his software by double-checking the code so that he could send it to the company the next day. Being a programmer was hard at a time when AIs could write most of the code by themselves, and the only way to earn a living was to constantly come up with new, creative ways of using the coding language, to differentiate your software from those of the AIs.

　　Creativity was the only field in which AIs had not been able to surpass humans… yet.

　　He remembered being extremely exhausted and anxious while working, when he suddenly felt his heart beat at an irregular rhythm. He felt a sudden sharp pain start in his heart as it clenched tightly, then the unbearable pain shot up, through his spine, and he felt his consciousness start slipping away.

　　He felt death approach him.

　　He could not even make a sound.

　　The only thought in his head was, "Am I going to die? Just like this?"

　　He had not known his parents, for he was an orphan. With no relatives to speak of, and because of the immense societal pressure, he had had to start doing part time since very young. Due to always being preoccupied with putting food on the table and paying for his own education, he had extremely few and distant friends, and as for close friends, he had none. Of course, it was self-evident that he had never been in a relationship of any kind.

　　As his life up to that point had flashed before his eyes, he only found himself in school, university, and work, without any rest at any time. It was understandable why he would feel that life was unfair, trivial, and worthless. As though he had served no purpose, made no impact on anyone or anything.

　　The only feeling he had felt before his consciousness had left him, was indignation.

　　Just recalling what had happened previously had already taken up all of his mental strength. He could no longer keep himself conscious. As the bindings of fatigue fully coiled themselves around him, he once more slipped into a deep slumber.

　　When he next awakened, he no longer felt as disoriented as the previous two times.

　　He quickly got to sorting out his thoughts, for he knew that time was limited, and he had to figure out as much as he could before he succumbed once more to whatever was impairing his stamina so severely.

　　He tried to figure out what had happened that had caused him to suddenly undergo a near death experience.

　　After a while of deliberation, he came to the conclusion that he had most likely had a heart attack due to a lack of sleep, exhaustion due to over-working, and severe anxiety over many days. He suddenly felt concerned about whether he still had the job or not, whether they would still pay him for the software he had made or not, whether all the time and effort spent on programming for that software had been in vain or not…

　　No, he should not think in such a manner.

　　He knew that it was a miracle that he had survived, since he had not been able to make any sound to call for help, and almost no one knew where he lived, much less visited him. But after coming to this conclusion, he was even more puzzled.

　　Why couldn't he open his eyes? Why was he cramped in such a confined space? Why was being cramped for such a long time not uncomfortable? Why did the air he was breathing seem to be so viscous? Why did he have such a low amount of stamina? Why did he not feel any hunger at all?

　　Why?

　　He was far more confused now than before. Getting his thoughts in order had not helped at all. He also still had no idea for how to escape his current predicament. He was far too weak to be able to break through whatever was confining him. He did not know what the future held for him.

　　Was he crippled or disabled in some way due to the accident? How much would it cost to cover the medical fees once he was cured? Would he ever be fully cured?

　　No.

　　Stop.

　　He forcefully stopped himself from thinking.

　　He knew his thoughts were going in circles. Worrying would not do anything helpful in the current situation. He was powerless to do anything, and he had to accept it.

　　His ability to stop his thoughts from going awry was one of his strong suits. He had trained himself in meditation when he had started getting overwhelmed with work during high school, and that had come in very handy on a daily basis since he had been able to relax through it.

　　He let all thoughts fade away from his mind, as though uncovering a veil that he never knew was covering him.

　　Then he let that thought fade away as well.

　　He started progressively going deeper and deeper into nothingness as he let his perceptions slowly fade away layer by layer.

　　After a long, unperceived amount of time, he felt calmer than he had ever felt. Suddenly he felt as though there was a slow and steady warm current washing over him, the feeling was almost imperceptibly faint, but he had felt it. And the moment he noticed it, the slight amount of deviation of his focus caused the feeling to instantly disappear like a phantom.

　　As soon as that faint feeling disappeared, the fatigue struck him so strongly that he immediately lost consciousness.

==Author's Note==

　　Hello everyone, I'm Shaptarshi Joarder, but you can call me Jovian.

　　I hope everyone enjoyed the start of the story.

　　I'm planning on making this story a very long journey where everyone can follow alongside the MC as he lives his life filled with fun and adventure. This story, while it will still have the occasional dark scenes filled with intensity and intrigue, will most of the time strive to be something to help you relax. It is meant to be a lighthearted but very interesting and fun to read story.

　　This will be my first time writing a story, so I implore everyone to leave comments, both with things I've done right and (especially) with things I've done wrong, so that I can learn from my mistakes and grow.

　　Constructive criticisms are most appreciated.

　　That way the quality of the story will (hopefully) grow along with my ability as a writer.

　　P.S. I have very little programming background. I'm a Financial and Business Economics major, not someone who's part of any of the IT fields. All programing related aspects of the story will be written while taking massive creative liberties.

　　Now then, I wish for everyone to have an awesome day/night, and happy reading! :)

This is a story about the adventure and fun-filled life of the first magus in a world that only knew cultivation. Join his journey as you experience his joys, horrors, excitement, indignation, and triumphs. Watch him grow and change along with the people and places that he visits. This is a story about life in a world filled with fantasy and majesty. This is the story of the primus magus.

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