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?

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Beneath the calmness of Chongqing City, madness was slowly brewing. Yang Lei, the eldest son of the Yang Clan Lord, had been poisoned with the nastiest poison ever- the Mind Eater Poison. With war threatening to break out between the Yang Clan and the other ruling clans of the city, Yang Lei, who fell into a coma, received the System of Order and Chaos. On that fateful day, the Ruler of Order and Chaos was born, along with his future accomplice, the Venerable Senior! Traversing through worlds, picking up girls, there is nothing the Ruler of Order and Chaos can’t do! --------------------------------------- P.S. Cover Does Not Belong To Me; contact me if you own it and want me to take it down and I will do so ASAP...

The Basics
Meditation is one of the best ways to regulate your body; as it balances your emotions, hormones, blood pressure, thoughts and much more. In magic, meditation is considered an extremely important basic, as it is the foundation for many magical workings. There is an infinite number of ways to meditate which is useful because meditation can be customized for each individual. One technique is to just close your eyes, and take a deep breath. Although it seems very simple, it can do wonders in your life and magic workings.
Visualization is essentially creating an image in your mind much like a daydream. This technique is useful when doing your magical workings because if you can visualize the outcome of what you desire (say getting a good grade on a test) then you will have a higher chance of fulfilling that desire. (Getting an A+) To improve this skill, meditate regularly, and try to visual something you know well, such as a toy or jewelry. Form a mental image in your mind of the object, each time going further and further into detail.
Grounding is an activity to balance your energy by removing excess, or replenishing, the energy in your body. Think of your body as a cup of water; as you do magical workings you drink/fill the cup. Grounding ensures that the water isn't completely used or overflowing. To ground yourself, a good technique is to visualize your body as a tree; grow your roots deep into the ground and spread your leaves. As energy comes from both the ground and the sun, visualize it replenishing yourself and allowing you to grow.
Centering is, in my opinion, the second step to grounding. This activity allows you to take your personal energy and mold it into 1 constant flow of energy. Think of centering as bringing together many small streams to form a strong and powerful river. To center yourself, visualize a silhouette of your body, twisting and turning with energy. As you continue, visualize the energy being condensed into 1 place in your body (typically the navel). Then, whenever you need to draw from your power visualize the energy bursting out from where you stored it.

Casting Spells
Spells are essentially tools that can be used to direct energy into a specific outcome. (Such as getting an A+ on a test) However, some spells are destined to fail because they aim to accomplish outlandish goals. (Such as changing your DNA)

Tips
Sometimes it helps to forget about the spell so that you aren't having second thoughts about the spell's effectiveness.
You need to believe your spells are going to work. If you don't believe it, how can you achieve it?
Use your resources. The more you practice and do the basics, the more effective your spell will be.
Put all of your emotions into the spell while visualizing the outcome you desire.
Why Spells Fail
You don't believe you are able to cast the spell
You don't believe the spell will work
You haven't practiced the basics enough
You didn't put quality effort into the spell
It was a fluffy spell

Writing Spells
Writing your own spell is actually quite easy. Get something to write on (can be electronic) and write these down:
What you desire the spell to do (The Title)
Your current emotions/intent
Any tools/ingredients you want to include
Any actions you want to include (Ex. Dancing)
Any words you want to say
When you are done, make it a more "formal" spell by cleaning it up a bit and adding anything else you desire. When you are done, try it out. Don't be frustrated if it doesn't work the first time, spells take practice. As a note, spells don't have to rhyme or include items.

Tools/Materials
The wonderful world of magic is that nothing is required. Although many craft practitioners prefer using tools, they are not a necessity to perform magic. Some practitioners never use tools; it all depends on personal preference.

Magic(k)
As you've probably seen, some people add a "k" to magic when talking about it. This is to distinguish between stage magic (which is for entertainment) and magick, which is a practice. You can spell it either way you choose, it's just personal preference. Secondly, magic is neither good, nor evil; neither black nor white. Magic is determined based on the intent of the caster; one could easily use "white" magic to harm someone and use "black" magic to help someone. Thirdly, witches are not necessarily Wiccans. Witchcraft is a practice, while Wicca is a religion that incorporates the concepts of witchcraft.
Misconceptions about magick are quite common among newer members. Many people enter the craft, thinking that it can be used to easily mend all of the problem and difficulties in life. However, this is not the case, as magick requires years of devotion, practice, and studies. Furthermore, magick is energy, and can't affect the universe on a "viewable" level. If you are seeking to change your physical appearance, to achieve amazing powers (such as telekinesis, levitation, flying, teleportation, transformation, etc.), or to change your species (such as to become a vampire/werewolf/mermaid) then magick is not for you. Magick is intended for spiritual insight and awakening, not for your amusement.

The Chakras
The chakras are the 7 energy centers of the body. Each chakra supposedly attributes to a different aspect of your well-being; and when these chakras become unbalanced or blocked, they cause disturbances in your body. To open and balance these chakras, it is best to do chakra work. These are the 7 chakras:
Root
Sacral
Solar Plexus
Heart
Throat
Forehead/3rd Eye
Crown

The root chakra
What it is: Think about your root chakra (AKA first chakra) as the foundation of a house, except for your body—it's sturdy, stabilizing, and supportive, keeping everything safely connected as long as it's functioning properly. It's associated with the base of the spine, the pelvic floor, and the first three vertebrae, and responsible for an individual's sense of security and survival. Because of that, it's also connected to whatever you use to ground yourself, including basic needs such as food, water, shelter, and safety, as well as your more emotional needs such as letting go of fear and feeling safe. As you well know, when these needs are met, you tend to worry less.
When it's blocked: A variety of ailments can occur from blockages, including anxiety disorders, fears, or nightmares. Physically, the first chakra is associated with problems in the colon, with the bladder, with elimination, or with lower back, leg, or feet issues.

The sacral chakra
What it is: Consider the second chakra the most fun out of the seven. Located above the pubic bone and below the navel, it's responsible for our sexual and creative energies. Associated with the color orange and the element of water, when your sacral chakra is aligned, you will likely feel great: You're friendly, passionate, and successfully fulfilled while also eliciting feelings of wellness, abundance, pleasure, and joy. (Nice!) By honoring your body and expressing yourself creatively, you're keeping the energy wheels turning and fluid.
When it's blocked: When you're feeling uninspired creatively or have some emotional instability, your sacral chakra may be misaligned. Likewise, this can also be associated with physical sexual dysfunction, while also potentially experiencing fear of change, depression, or addiction-like behaviors.

The solar plexus chakra
What it is: With its name meaning "lustrous gem" in Sanskrit, the third chakra (not to be confused with your "third eye," which is the sixth chakra—more on that in a minute) is said to be your source of individual power, ruling over self-esteem. It is the "action and balance chakra that focuses on individual willpower, personal power, and commitment." Located from the navel to about the ribcage, it reportedly governs all things metabolic, digestive, and stomach-related.
When it's blocked: You can suffer from low self-esteem, have difficulty making decisions, and may have anger or control issues. It's not just feeling badly about yourself, but also may lead you to outwardly express apathy, procrastination, or that you're able to be taken advantage of easily. Likewise, you'll also possibly have a tummy ache of some kind such as digestive issues or gas.

The heart chakra
What it is: As the central chakra, the fourth chakra, found at the center of your chest, represents where the physical and the spiritual meet. Physically, it's said to encapsulate the heart, the thymus gland (which plays a vital role in your endocrine and lymphatic system), the lungs, and the breasts. And as its name implies, is all about the love. It's the awakening to spiritual awareness, forgiveness, and service. Associated with the color green and pink (yes, the millennial, rose quartz kind), it's believed that when your heart chakra is aligned and balanced, love and compassion are flowing freely—both in terms of giving it out and getting it back. Your good vibes are practically contagious.
When it's blocked: A closed heart chakra can give way to grief, anger, jealousy, fear of betrayal, and hatred toward yourself and others—especially in the form of holding a grudge against something or someone. Holding onto hurt harbors negative feelings and cuts you off from opportunities to love.

The throat chakra
What it is: Have zero problem saying how you feel? Your fifth chakra, which is all about speaking your inner truth—or specifically, ensuring that your inner truths are properly communicated—is likely well-balanced. The throat chakra rules all communication and is the first of the three solely spiritual chakras (as opposed to the lower ones, which manifest themselves in a more physical way). Anatomically, the throat chakra is associated with the thyroid, parathyroid, jaw, neck, mouth, tongue, and larynx. When this chakra is in check, you're able to fully listen as well as speak and express yourself clearly.
When it's blocked: In addition to having trouble speaking your truth, you find it hard to pay attention and stay focused, or fear judgment from others—which can further hinder your ability to keep it real. Physically, this blockage can manifest itself as a sore throat, thyroid issues, neck and shoulder stiffness, or tension headaches.

The third-eye chakra
What it is: Don't let its name confuse you. The third-eye chakra is actually your sixth chakra and is physically located between your eyebrows. Organs including the pituitary gland, eyes, head, and lower part of the brain are said to be ruled by the third eye. And it reportedly governs your intuition—plus the ability to recognize and tap into it.  What's more, the third eye is also said to be responsible for all things between you and the outside world, serving as a bridge between the two, allowing you to cut through any illusions and drama to see the clear picture.
When it's blocked: You may have trouble accessing your intuition, trusting your inner voice, recalling important facts, or learning new skills. And if your lower chakras—AKA the root, sacral, solar plexus, and heart chakras—and are unbalanced, your third eye will likely be as well, which may cause you to act more judgmental, dismissive, and introverted. A third-eye blockage is associated with a broad range of issues, including depression, anxiety, and a more judgmental attitude—while physically, it's said to cause headaches, dizziness, and a slew of other brain-health issues.

The crown chakra
What it is: Known in Sanskrit as the Sahaswara chakra or the "thousand petal lotuses" chakra, it is the center of enlightenment and our spiritual connection to our higher selves, others, and ultimately, the divine. As the name suggests, the seventh chakra located at the crown of your head. When aligned, the realizations that occur within you are said to be along the lines of pure awareness, consciousness, undivided, and all expansive. Basically, bigger than yourself and yet part of one giant universe.
When it's blocked: A crown-chakra blockage may create feelings of isolation or emotional distress—basically feeling disconnected from everyone and everything. Or, you might feel like your normal self—just not in an exalted state of spiritual connection and enlightenment, which is totally okay and seriously normal. Unlike the other chakras, the crown chakra is often only opened up fully through specific yogic or meditative exercises, or at certain times—which is not a skill set you can call upon at any given moment. You may be able to get a taste of it, though, through daily practices—anything from meditation, prayer, to moments of silence and gratitude—to have those moments of spiritual connection.

But then it was.

 "What's funny?"

 Coleman, who was appointed this season, caught the eyes of both men.

 One is 28-year-old defensive midfielder Mikel Aranburu.

 The other was the 34-year-old Darko Kova? Evi ?.

 Both teams are famous for their thick, tucked players.

 In a word, Kevačevich, a Serbian native, was famous for being a child.

 If it was a mistake, Lee Chan-soo spoke to the media and complained.

 Then he opened his mouth.

 "Ah ~ You don't know it's the first time this year.  Until last year, there were Koreans on our team.  It's Korean Beckham.  큭큭. "

 "so?"

 "Huh.  Do you know what he did in the upcoming interview? "

 "I said it was a dream to go to Real Madrid with a ransom.  It's like a sensational guy. "

 "Puhahahaha!  I need to know the level. "

 When Mikkel Aranburu next to help, Kovacevich collapsed.

 But Coleman did.

 "Why are you bringing the story here?"

 "Yes?"

 "I can't understand it.  How does that relate to this situation now? "

 The director comes to the front and talks eagerly, and he talks in one corner and blurs the mood.

 It was unthinkable for a young Wales manager, Coleman.

 This is not school.

 'You're going crazy.'

 Holding the baton two months ago, he wanted to straighten the team.

 I didn't intend to change the character of the player, but I wanted to have a chance to make the map easier.

 But it was not as easy as I thought.

 Coleman is 37, only three years old from Kovacevich.

 Moreover, the Spanish Riggers were so fiery, that they were susceptible to friction.

 Coleman, who was familiar with British culture, was having great difficulty.

 But thanks to the constant effort came all the way here, the team was very open when I first came.

 'There was a reason why he was relegated to the Second Division last year.'

 The problem with this team was self-evident.

 Severe force and selfishness.

 Aranburu and Kovacevich were ruining the team.

 In my heart, Coleman wanted to throw them out right away, but he couldn't.

 Because they know if you're good.

 So Coleman compromised on the right line.

 "The victor is smiling.  It's not too late to laugh after winning. "

 "Well?"

 "I say.  Focus.  Woo-young is never a partner to ignore.  It's one of the top leagues in terms of personal power.  The young guy. "

 Kovacevich shook his back at Coleman's serious voice.

 "I know.  How good the kid is.  It's a fact of knowing the passing mud pups. "

 "But I wonder why you can afford that."

 "I'm 17 years professional life this year.  And he's only two months old. "

 Kovacevich's face is full of seriousness.

 Then knocked his head with a tap, index finger.

 "I'm good at soccer, but I'm still young here.  Besides, I know Korean well.  It's very bloody.  So you can aim for it. "

 "Please tell me the specific plans, not the clouds."

 "It's a plan, just leave it to me."

 Old age of senior citizens and affordability.

 Kovacevich was confident.

 "I'll teach you what a pro is."

 12 September.

 "town."

 Evil voices came from the Valdevevas 2nd Army gym.

 It was a groan of training Ho-young.

 "F-ha!"

 Strengthening around the knee muscles.

 It was to prevent injuries when you might get hurt.

 Injuries are indispensable for a player whose main weapon is breakthrough, but he was especially careful in his youth.

 In addition, as the height grew rapidly for a year and reached a height of 180 centimeters, I had to pay more attention to body correction.

 Therefore, Ho Young has been continuously training various muscle strengthening exercises including body balance correction since last year.

 Naturally, there has been a quantum leap in talent related to physical.

 The customized training set up by the club is training, but in fact, Zidane's tutoring was a huge help.

 I've had more than 10 talents that I've been with for the past year.

 Of course, now Zidane is very busy, so there's no time to train, but it's safe to say that A-class is almost coveted.

 It was a good year.

 In addition, professional players in the second division had a lot of B-class talent, so they had quite a talent to covet every game.

 There was no place for training.

 In other words, you are on the best route you can take.

 If this is the case, there was nothing neat in the middle.

 'There are four main factors that can ruin the prospect.'

 I remembered something I saw on the Internet the other day.

 1. Change your hair style without changing your hair

 2. Do you boast about money because of the taste of money?

 3. Make a glamorous girlfriend who is 4 years old or older

 4. Meet the same tutor teacher

 It's called 'fundamentalism'.

 It sounds like you're laughing, but it's worth it.

 But there was nothing to Hoyoung.

 Rather, he was deliberately immersed in football, alerting them.

 And today.

 Finally, the result was achieved.

 A few weeks ago, after exploring Riquelme's playmaking, there was "Kaka's Talent Transfer", which was today.

 [Football Prince's Playmaking (U) and Traitor's Playmaking (U) succeeded in synthesizing.]

 [Covets Intact Playmaking (W)]

 [W (World) is a very unique talent that can't be found in similar world history, and no one can imitate it.]

 [The size of your bowl is so small that it can't completely capture the perfect playmaking (W).  But the talent of the football prodigy makes it possible.]

 [It takes 180 days → 90 days to fully bring talent.  You cannot explore other talents for 90 days.]

 The only talent in the world (U).

 And that's what W.

 The ingenuity of the talent means that it is unprecedented in world history.

 "Hou."

 Hoyoung's chest swelled up like a balloon.

 Flutter and excitement.

 If you feel like pioneering a new continent, I wondered if this was the case.

 But for a while, tensions and vague fears crept up.

 The burden made my heart heavy.

 'Innocent.'

 It was never a matter of thinking lightly.

 No matter how innocent, but if you use it properly, it is innocent.

 What matters is the possibility of coexistence.

 Kaka's playmaking with fast speed.

 Riquelme's playmaking with a slow aesthetic.

 Whether the two talents that run the pole and the pole can be harmonized without conflict, it was the key factor to determine success or failure.

 So there was no answer right now.

 I also needed a price.

 effort.

 'You don't have to worry.'

 Now it is a good reason not to think deeply about these problems.

 It's decided what you can do in the first place.

 Let's do it first.

 September 16.

 Castilla's squad went to Estadio Anoeta for the fourth round of the league.

 It was not only them.

 Despite being five hours away by car, many Castilla fans followed.

 So too, his opponent was Real Sociedad, who was in the first division last year.

 After the relegation, the power was cut in half, but no matter how strong it was.

 It was obviously going to be a fun game.

 Supporters broke the voice.

 "Bamos!"

 "Castilla!"

 "Bamos!"

 "Castilla !!"

 ¡Vamos, Castilla.

 Strongly supported by Castilla Supporters, Castilla players appeared on the field.

 Player name was called one by one, the moment came to Hoyeong's turn.

 [Numero 43, Hoyoung Woo!]

 "¡Vamos!"

 "Castilla!"

 "¡Vamos!"

 "Castilla !!"

 Advance!

 At that call, the players' hands turned to the left chest.

 When the hand was placed under the emblem, the crowd's voice faded away.

 Madriddimos.

 Grace, temperance, honor.

 It was defined as the aristocratic spirit of Real Madrid.

 As such, Castilla's players were building rapport with the crowd.

 "You're shaking."

 There was a snarling voice on the right.

 Hoyoung's eyes turned towards him.

 The man, wearing a white and blue vertical stripe uniform, was muttering, writing a low word.

 [Darco Kovacevich]

 Talent

 Superior jump power (A-)

 Excellent heading (B + 3)

 Clever Positioning (B +)

 Abundant activity (B +)

 -(View more)

 (If you meet the conditions, you can find one talent.)

 (Condition 1: win the game)

 (Condition 2: Provoke to get angry)

 (Condition 3: record 1 attack point)

 Target striker Kovacevich.

 It was about to shake hands with him.

 "What suits you is not a uniform, but a uniform.  I'm a new baby with milk. "

 It's a provocation from the start.

 It was rather embarrassing.

 Because it was my first experience.

 "Woo, don't mind.  Because he's famous for that. "

 Tim Captain's advice was Miguel Torres.

 Ho-young had already ignored him.

 'Do you think this kind of provocation will work?'

 I don't know if you should grow a beard.

 How funny would that be?

 Roh Young's eyes turned sharp.

 Eyes for eyes, teeth for teeth.

 Let's play somewhere.

 Half line.

 Covacevich's eyes facing such a boom also changed.

 I narrowed my eyes like a snake and glanced up and down the lake.

 On the surface, it may seem lame, but in fact Kovacevich was quite expensive in this regard.

 The trick is to provoke your opponent to induce a red card.

 The youth who had kneeled before him were not one or two.

 'If you think it's going crazy.'

 I wanted to roll Woo-young mad.

 I wanted to watch him squeeze out of his mental.

 He vowed to show clearly that he is the senior of the professional 17 year car.

 And it was only after a cool autumn breeze passed that he began to wait.

 Beep!

 Shortly after Kovacevich and Woo-young's eyes collided in the air, the referee's whistle dropped on the field.

 The axis is Castile.

 widely.

 Jose Cayejon pushed the ball back to Ho Young.

 And waited.

 "!"

 Kovacevich ran like a starving wolf.

 Hijuk.

 He was smiling.

 It's hard to lose the ball because it's 9 meters away, but I thought it would be enough to instill Woo Ho Young's fear.

 But that was just a delusion.

 Kvačević's face filled with grumpy moments collapsed.

 "···!"

 Ho Young, who was reconsidering the timing, painted paint with a rhythmic samba rhythm to induce Kovacevich.

 "큭 ···!"

 Cobache Beach was fooled by a deceptive footwork as if a snake moved.

 What happened unintentionally.

 Kovacice eventually lost his balance and fell to one side.

 Hoyoung safely kept the ball and slowly turned it to the side.

 bang!

 Indeed, a fiery personality.

 Kovacevich, smashing the grass with rage, appeared on the billboard.

 "Fuck!"

 Kovacevich.

 With a grand plan, he was provoked against Ho's creative personality.

 "I don't have blood on my head."

 Hijuk.

 At that, Ho-young raised one of his mouths.

 I don't speak out loud, but Hoyoung's face was saying this.

 Get up, you bastard, we haven't started yet.

 I mean.

 And the figure, someone in the stands was watching carefully.

 'You don't eat seeds.  Provocation is excluded.  No psychological warfare. '

 The guy with the M-shaped head.

 Flying from Catalonia, he was preparing for a fatal showdown.

Woo Hoyoung has returned to the past and gained the ability to steal the abilities of others!

His goal is to now become the greatest soccer player to have ever existed.

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:

...

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

...

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

This chapter has not been edited. Please forgive me for any typos or grammatical errors. 

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Walking into the front door all eyes where on me, apparently I was the 'new girl'. I guess being home schooled gave you some qualities, you don't care about anything or anyone but yourself. 

And that was how I was feeling now. Although I'm not the finest girl in planet earth but I think am at the average scale with dark hair and blue eyes, I'm 5'6 i think that's  pretty good for my age and my body is not like kim k's but I have curves at the right places. 

So as I was walking down the hall to get my schedule, I didn't care about the thousand eyes that was on me accessing my looks, or the snickering I heard behind my back, i just kept walking forward. 

I got to the office and a blonde average height woman with green eyes who looked to be in her mid 30's was sitting behind a desk and she had a welcoming smile on so I felt relaxed "you must be Alex" she babbled "yeah" I replied"okay my name is Anita Thomas, welcome to ghs, here's your schedule" she gave it to me and continued "feel free to ask anyone for help or directions, and you can come back here anytime" she finished "yeah sure, thanks" I said with a smile and  left the office "have fun" she chirped. 

Walking into the hall, I looked at my schedule and I had math, English, Chen, biology, history then cafeteria. After that it was art, physics and creative writing. I sighed,talk about stressful. I looked for my locker and imputed my combination and dropped some of my books inside and stopped a random girl and asked her where the math class was, fortunately for me she offered to take me there. 

After walking through different halls and corners I saw a door with a big maths sign in the door. I thanked her and she left, only for me to open the door and I fell face first on the floor. 

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Evie💕

Been locked at home always
Homeschooled 
No friends around
Not allowed to go out
Most definitely NO BOYS ALLOWED. 


That was the life of Alexandria, 18 and a senior in high school. 
She doesn't talk to anyone and has never spoken to a boy before, not to talk less have her first kiss before. 


But would all that change when the new boy comes to town? 
Cole Ryder, dark, mysterious and sexy
 A rule breaker

Would he help Alex out of her misery, or would he break all the rules that has been laid out for her.

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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　　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.

Noah had been training with Quin for nearly 3 months, the time had flown by. They had spent weeks doing rigorous training. Focusing on teaching Noah how to write and spell and spar. At this point, Noah had already started to build his sword techniques into stronger muscle memory. 
  When he first woke up, Noah would hunt down some breakfast for himself and his Master before they would start practising writing. His handwriting was awful, looking like scribbled in different directions. His writing hand would always shake just before writing and neither of them had figured out what was happening to him then.
  After practising until an hour before the sun hit the middle of the sky, they would go and spar in front of the house. Noah had become used to willing the magic particles into his body and using them to his advantage, every time they would spar the day after his injuries would be healed and he would have a lot more control at collecting the magic particles to where he needed and using it to boost his power when he needed.
  Once they had finally tired themselves out they would lay down for a while outside in the sun, recovering from their magic sword sparring. On one of those afternoons, Noah was laying staring into the clouds between the leaves of the trees.
  Letting his mind wander to how his mother might be doing, with her healer training, how the Dragon Troopers that had escorted him to the capital were doing and how Isan was doing. Turning his head to Quin, "Master, how did you and Sir Isan meet?"
  Quin, who was laying there with his eyes closed breathing in slowly and breathing out just as slow stopped. Opening his left eye and looking at Noah, before deciding to tell him the story. 

  - "I suppose it isn't that big of a deal. Isan and I have long known each other, back when we were first growing up we met at Hunter Academy when we were maybe 11 or 12. We had both already met our partner dragons and that was really the only thing that connected us. We were very different people. I was a loner, I enjoyed my partner's company and that was it. Interacting with other Nobes was one of my worse nightmares which saddened my family. 
  You haven't met any other than Isan, I take it? He is one of the better ones. When you become a knight you will find some Nobles are closer to monsters than humans but you have to be the person that stops those ones. Otherwise, things will get out of hand very quickly...
  I would ignore anything they did wrong and just moved on, Isan wasn't quite like me. He would stand up against anything that the other nobles did wrong, no matter what it was. That's what made me respect him at the start. 
  We passed through our school time quicker than the change of tides. I made my bond with Leora at a younger age than most would bond with their partners, whenever I had free time I would be with her which probably helped us a lot more.
  At only 14, I woke up one day and could just feel her presence no matter where I was, at first I thought it was a trick from magic but she told me she felt it too and when I eventually told my family I was quickly sent to Boot Camp. 
  I was taken in by the commander of the camp as being a rejected noble from my family, which was rather entertaining. I spent two years there before meeting Isan again, I had already grown as close as I could with Leora. My issue was teamwork with others..."
  I didn't get on with the acting squad leaders, other than one. Henry Terrance..." Going silent the wind was the only sound made for a few seconds while Quin went into deep thought. His eyes screwed together for those few seconds before he continued on with his story. 
  "Isan was assigned to my squad and it was thanks to Quin and Henry that I was able to come out of my shell and go from being a normal Dragon Trooper to an acting sergeant. As it was only boot camp it was just to give you an idea of the roles, but you have to earn them in boot camp just as you would outside of it.
  I got promoted thanks to being able to clearly order the team during training exercises and it was thanks to Isan asking the team to help me grow that they followed me without much resistance; he is exceedingly charismatic. A pain in the ass but charismatic and kind. 
  We would run all different kinds of scenarios in boot camp but our favourite was capture the leader. There would be six squads split into two different teams, choosing which acting captain would be the general and which would become the VIP leader who would be captured. I would normally run a small squad with Isan and sneak attack the enemy VIP before knocking them off their dragon and taking them to the safe point. 
  It was great fun but sometimes training becomes pretty realistic..

The Dragon Empire is one of the biggest powerhouses on the continent, keeping the other countries in line. 

Noah lives in a small village in the country with no name. He has lived his life there but after losing his father at a young age a family friend offers to teach him once he becomes an adult and he only just turned 16 now. 

Follow Noah as he starts his journey to become a knight but ends up much, much more.

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Hey, been a small while, about a week and a half, just want to say that I'm sorry? To emphasise on what this is, I'm taking a break. I have NO CLUE where this story is going and I need planning, a proper story, a possible end, and a lot of other things, but the reason why I'm taking a break is different to any of this. I write stories for my personal enjoyment, and just to let my imagination run wild, the amount of stories I've written but haven't finished is probably in the triple digits by now. I have a short span of attention and can't handle to do things for long, as if it's become a chore, which it what had become of this novel for me, and don't worry, when I come back to this novel, I'll do a burst of five chapters or something for an apology, and I know I have so many filler chapters, I'm sorry about that.

All of this is something I used to distract my mind with, it's pretty stupid how I thought that if others could make a novel then why can't I. I have no experience, I have no proper knowledge, I'm just a fifteen year old kid who is slightly creative, there's nothing special about my writing, it's just like all the other ones, except with poor release rates and an inconsistent plot line. 

If you were liking this novel I'm sorry, but there's a slight chance I won't come back, I feel like another influence on this is something I wrote for school, I just want to expand upon THAT story, because I feel that has a proper plot line, and it has some ACTUAL PLANNING. I feel like I could enjoy that more then I do this, I feel like it could be so much more interesting, however posting it would only ruin it, like I did this novel.

Even though it's only two chapters a week, I find it hard, the lone fact of that is probably what makes me a bad writer, I'm not descriptive and am honestly amazed this even had the amount of reads this has, but the site/app has become nothing but a chore for me, I used to come on here all the time and read so many fun things, but every time I come on now I just feel like I HAVE to write a chapter, and it bugs me, none of this is because of you guys, but merely my own mental impulses telling me that it's not worth it.

Once again I just want to say sorry for my laziness, and that if you were enjoying this, please find something similar, and hopefully with more chapters, you can hate me for this if you want, but hey, it's my fault anyways, thanks for the support and let's just hope that I do come back, I tend to return to things if I work on another for long enough so you can only pray.

I'll try to see if I'm at least motivated to post every now and then but it'll be rare, possibly only once a fortnight.

Sorry.

From your unmotivated, lazy, and pathetic author, Logames05

Fang mo was an unparalleled genius who was about to be recruited to the highest grade sect, the golden divinity sect, although as he knew it, just as he was about to achieve his dreams, but everything soon crumbled as the discovery of bone frames and martial spirits were found, cultivation changed for the better, many people who were considered weak became respectable people, all except fang mo, he was seen as trash by awakening a first grade yellow ranked spirit and a zero star bone frame, he cursed the gods for giving him this fate, after he was thrown into the mountains and to a cliff above the ravine on a stormy night, due to a chain of events, the cliff broke and he discovered a life changing secret that could help him change his fate and climb the ranks in this world, come along with fang mo as he changes his fate for the better!

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