Hello everyone😄

Thank you for clicking on my story.
This is my first story. There can be a lot of flaws. I mean, no one is perfect. Everyone does mistakes.
Anyways, feel free to correct them by commenting on the inline comments. This is my first book so I am new to this and I am trying to improve. Also, English isn't my first language so excuse me if you find errors😅

I had written this story when I was 16 and my friend @drashti_1708 encouraged me to put it up online and I finally decided to put it up somewhere so here I am.

I may not be skilled and professional like others but I believe my ideas are worth a read. 
So please give it a read. You won't be disappointed unless you are not a fan of romance.❤
I like writing stories and I wanted everyone to see my work.
You may notice while reading that my writing style is different than the others. 
Some say it's like a movie script but not a movie script or it has multiple POV's at once.
I want to say it's between a Movie Script and a Novel.
I tried something new☺

I hope you like it.

Votes and comments are appreciated. Again, Don't hesitate to point out my mistakes.

Every character and scene is my imagination. Copying or interpretation of the same is not appreciated. Please refrain from doing so.

The similarity of my story to some another story is purely coincidental.

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It encourages me to write more. 

I will try to reply to all the comments and messages.

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...Thank you...

"She thought no one would love a broken girl, he thought there were more pieces to love." ~Daniel Jonathan Parker

A Broken Girl with a Dark past, A Hotshot Millionaire...

What happens when They both cross paths with each other.? 

Will David find her way To Ava's heart?

Will Ava let him in?

Keep reading to Find out...

Reena was sitting in front of her laptop and reading reviews of one chapter of her current writing book which she uploaded last night. 

'Ugh, again every one was asking more romance scene.' She thought after reading. 'How can I write when I am inexperienced in that matter?' She had broken up with three times because she didn't know how to wrapped a boy into her little finger. or may be, she is no interesting like other girls. because whenever her ex boyfriend tried to kiss her, she pushed him away or sometimes, didn't give response. Actually, she never felt any feeling  towards any boy or man. She didn't know the reason. May be, she was like it. 

Then she noticed the notification of her private message on writing site. She knew that person since many years. They were friends but they never met. 
'Hey Ren, how are you? I read chapter which you uploaded last night it's amazing but as every readers are saying. please try to write more about romance.' Kira. 

Ren was her pen name. She told many things to Kira. Kira was really nice online friend. 

Reena replied immediately, "Hey, thanks... but yaar you know I am inexperienced. I wrote scene what I read. I can't explain further.' 

Kira replied, 'You are already twenty four years old. when did you get experienced?' 

Reena sighed helplessly, 'I am busy person. I have job you know and it takes my lot of time. Actually, Reena didn't want to involve in any relationship right now. She was tired and bored. She wanted to do arrange marriage which her parents will suggest her. 

 Kira replied, 'ohh... I have a solution if you like. I know about a club. It's safe. I also joined it. you can join and leave your convenience. They never force you. If you want, I can send you details.' 

Reena replied after thinking, 'ok send it. bye talk to you later.' she thought there is not loss to read the details. After five minutes, she received the details. she opened it. when she read, her eyes widened with shock. She knew there are many times of club into society. but that Kira suggested it's rare. 

Reena shook her head and decided, 'I will never join it.' and slept. 

Next day, she got up and went to office like usually. it's boring. doing your work....gossips with your colleague.... doing work... then come back to home. 

She lived alone in this city because of job. She loves her job even it's boring. because it's her earning. Writing was her hobby but she never thought to sale her books. She was happy and satisfied that readers like her book and read. it was enough for her. but when readers suggested to add one thing everytime, she felt sad because her life was boring and she was inexperienced. 

When she was eating her dinner, she remembered the club which Kira suggested. She thought she can try to investigate. if she felt fine, there is good. 

She sighed deeply and decided to call. there was a mobile number which attached in detail. She dialled that number. with every ring, she thought to cut the call but she couldn't because she also wanted to try. She was not young anymore.

After few rings,She heard a female sweet and sexy voice, "Hello, welcome to G club. how can I help you." 

Reena tried to calm down her heart and spoke, "Hello, It's Rita. I heard about your club. I want to join but I want to know every detail before join. Is it illegal?" 

She heard the sweet voice from other side, "Thanks Madam, to consider us. it's totally legal. we will send you details if you gave us your email id. our clients information is totally secured. We never share our clients details in any case. you can assured. If you want to leave, you can leave anytime. it's contracted and we never forced anyone." 

Reena's heart was pumping fastly but she said calmly, "ok, I message you my email I'd please send details." 

she heard, "Have a good night madam." 

Reena cut the call and send the mail id. After few minutes, she received whole details. She read carefully every clause. they have high society customer. But she couldn't decide anything till yet. 

After one week, She decided at last. She registered herself online and filled the form. 
her name, fake address, mobile number, email I'd and many other details. 

After two days,she received confirmation message and got call, "Good evening, madam thank you for registration with us. I want to ask you something for your reference." 

Reena said firmly, "Carry on." 

she heard again that girl voice, "Which type of partner do you prefer?" 

Reena replied nonchalantly, "I don't care about age and looking. only one thing, I care that person should be single." She didn't care anything but she didn't want to be third person in any way.

"ok got it madam. when we have your match, we will contact you." Reena hung up call. She couldn't decide till yet that she was doing wrong or not. 

After one month, She received call from that club, "Hello,madam. Are you free? Actually, there is match for you."

Reena was in her office when she received call. She was work holic person. When she received the call she frowned but she attended. She tried to nice her voice but sge failed, "Sorry, I am busy right now. I will call when I will be free." 

she cut the call without hearing reply. If you think, she was rude person. Yeah, she was moddy person. Sometimes, she talks to you sweet and laughs with you but other times, she frowned and doesn't talk to you nicely. Actually, it's depend on her mood. That's why  one of the  reason of her three break up. But she was like it. 

At evening, After coming into her home, Reena called back, "Sorry, Madam I was busy that time."

she heard her professional  voice, "It's ok madam. there is a match for you. Do you want to meet him?" 

Reena agreed, "fine..." 

She heard again,  "Great, our company will arrange a date for you. You will get the message soon. If you have any query, feel free to ask. and if you are uncomfortable anytime, you can quit." 

Reena replied with smile, "Thank you." 

She had doubt but she received the message after few minutes. There was an address and date of day. it was weekend that's why it's good for her. 

After three days, She was sitting in front of handsome man. She was stunned to look his handsomeness and her hands were sweating. 

That man introduced her, "Hey, My name is Jitish. I am thirty six and what about you?" 

She couldn't believe he was looking more young. 

She said with nervous but tried to smile, "Hello, It's Rita. I am twenty four." 

he smiled, "Just relax... we are here to know each other. If you are uncomfortable, we ca meet anytime." 

She felt relax after hearing it she didn't know why. She drank wine and calmed down herself, "It's ok. I am fine." 

he nodded and said, "Let's order for dinner." 

She nodded because she didn't want to more embrased anymore. they ate dinner with few talks like their hobbies, likes and dislikes. They carefully avoided their personal details for future problems. 

After dinner, he asked for dropping to her but she denied polietly. He didn't force but said in low and sexy voice, "See you soon."  

she only smiled and nodded because she was sure that he would want to meet her. 

The dinner was delicious and the place was pleasing. She was satisfied with that date. She didn't think so much and slept on her bed  

the following day was weekend that's why she wrote the next chapter of her book and uploaded. 

She received the call again, "Hello Miss Rita, if you agree, Mr Jitish wants to carry further." 

that time, Reena was drinking coffee. She choked her coffee, "What?" She couldn't believe it. Because he was so handsome and looking rich. 

she heard other sides voice, "Madam, are you alright?" 

Reena patted her chest many times and said after getting calm down, "I am fine. What did you say? He wants...." 

she heard again, "Yes madam, if you want. Are you willing?"

After thinking, Reena agreed, "Ok, when? and how many days?" 

The party confirmed, "It's can be one day or as both of you agreed. Remember nobody can force to other. Do you want to select the place or him?" 

Reena sighed, "I don't have problem if he selects. But ensured place should be secured." 

the other replied calmly, "don't worry madam. our company will inspect his suggested place first."

After asking more questions,Reena cut the call. 

the following day,she got the message of Address and date of day. She couldn't believe it she was going to see him after two days. it's was going fast and she didn't think much. 





 





Reena was potential writer and wrote for time pass Writing is her hobby.... her patention. She can do anything for her hobby. She is Romance book writer but there was one thing Missing into her story because she was inexperienced. 

Her online friend suggested a club where she can gain experience without sting. 

After thinking so much, she decided to join that club and met very handsome and sexy. 

She spend whole seven days and nights with him.

Later, she got to know he is Ceo of company in which she works for her earning. 

She trapped with him and she didn't know how to come out from it.

Private editors - pros take from 17 to 30 dollars for 1700 words.

Prices for editing 1000 words fluctuate according to Google from 2 to 15 dollars. It is likely that older schoolchildren and college students of native speakers or in whom English is the second language (the legacy of empires) undertakes such editing. The level and quality of the translation will undoubtedly be higher (ours in which English is the third language). But since our level of knowledge is not very good, how can we evaluate the quality of editing? Need means another expert who would test the knowledge of the editor before starting work and paying. And this is an additional cost.

The easiest option (until you make money for a paid editor) is a machine editor, but not everything is smooth there either.

The second option is to learn English grammar yourself (but it takes time and money).

The third option is to find a free editor, but it will edit you from the kindness of sincere Chapter 5! You should be very grateful to him for this. After all, he spent his time on you and shared valuable knowledge.

And so I'm not sure that you will find an editor who can read all the chapters - 100-200-300 with the number of words from 80,000 to 300,000 for your simple thanks. I have not met such people yet. But probably they are?


I had an idea, in 2018 I am going to popularize the subject of the Silk Ooty. But in fact, all authors write what is close to their spirit, what they read or want to share their thoughts with others. And others just make a little money.

Moreover, writing is far from the most reliable and fastest way to earn money. If you also do not know the word very well.

In fact, it's faster to earn money by selling ads on YouTube or by taking food photos, although, of course, the sales hit has already passed.

Having a camera for $ 500-900, another $ 1,000 for gadgets, such as tripods, backlights. shadows, and other things, plus quality photo courses for $ 1000. If you have $ 3,000, then in half a year you will learn how to shoot so that your photographs will take "drains" at first, the authors will receive the first months from $ 50 to $ 200. For the second year, from 500 to 700 dollars. At the same time, they cook, sell their creations - jams, pastries, sell their ideas on healthy eating. Someone prepares healthy breakfasts or o-Bentos in offices, the prices are naturally higher, they are calculated for the rich office workers of foreign enterprises, state-owned companies.

Some go to flea markets, where they buy old dishes from their grandmothers for a penny, and then they sell it, bringing a little beauty for money in their online stores.

Money is flowing. Some go to Japan or South Korea to open online stores and make money again. Selling their products in their homeland, and some special items from their homeland in Japan or Korea. By the way, here you can write such a short story about different ways to make money. The fjord of short stories. Chapters 60-80.

Quick ways to make money!

In the meantime, I have three ideas to write new short stories. But to start writing new, not finishing the old, somehow does not look quite right. This will only show readers that the author is scattered with ideas, and at the same time, without burning desire, to bring the story to the end.

My Bro on the Tao is right if he really decided to start writing a new story, finish the old one. Even if the end is far-fetched, not entirely logical, but this is the end of the story. If desired, then you can write further if of course there are new thoughts.

So far I have 4 completed novels. You can write another 53 chapters and complete one novel, another rather than a novel, but a tool for evaluating, expressing thoughts about writing novels. discussion of issues. The third in the municipality can be completed now and then write the second season since it was more likely a short story. Then only the main novel will remain and you can start writing small stories voicing new ideas.

And later they will rewrite the story of adventurers and treasure hunters, compiling the story with already completed storybooks. And thus write a good romance with romance, cooking, adventure, and treasures.

Then it remains only to find a good editor. But the prof will take about $ 1,000 for a book of 80,000 words and not the pros, is a student native speaker from Asia probably 200-300 dollars?
This is considered a very good salary for us for 1 month of work.

Well, if at the same time he agrees to edit, and his editing will be at least average. Then one could try. But for now, it's all just a dream.

In all likelihood, I will slowly finish some novels in order to move on to new stories.

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

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ROGUEOWL // 11:29 pm
Tyler looked at her, mesmerized by her expression. The long eyelashes, full lips, wild hair. She was powerful and independent, things that he used to run from in a woman. But in Willow, he was drawn to her like a magnet, dragged to be by her side. 

When she was captured, he imagined what he would feel like without her. When she was injured, he suddenly knew how devastating it could be to see her hurt. She was bleeding, but he felt every drop, was pained by every scar.

"I care what happens, because I care about you, Willow."

She owned his heart, so when it broke, his broke too.


Rylee's Room // 11:31pm
It felt like the temperature moved from 72 straight to 100 degrees (f). Rylee's cheeks flames, she buried her face in her pillow and muffled a squeal, hoping Tara wouldn't hear her. She re-read the post, trying to keep her heart from beating faster. They were just words, but they managed to stir so many emotions. How did RogueOwl DO that? 

It was official. She was swooning over a digital romance.

'It's not like he confessed his love for YOU, you dork,' she thought, holding her pillow to her stomach. She knew real life love stories never turned out that sweet. With Blake it had been an anti-climactic 'hey, lets go out'. She couldn't remember feeling butterflies this intense in that relationship, and they had been engaged.

The thought sobered her, and stopped her from typing her reply. The longer she looked back, the more ridiculous it all seemed. Rylee had been picking out wedding dresses, looking at venues, but it never felt magical.

What if it never felt that way? What if her heart only thundered for someone else's romance?

Well, at least that meant she would feel giddy sometime...right?

Rylee looked at the clock, knowing she needed to go to bed soon. Having the time off her feet did not mean she got to sleep in, sadly. It felt almost routine to get up early and be dumped on Evan's doorstep. If she was honest, she might even say she was looking forward to it.

Rylee spent most of this week helping Evan with his art. They finished the commissions he had due, and Monday's web comic was ready. Instead of being behind, he was actually ahead for the following week. In fact, helping Evan was relaxing, and she had really enjoyed herself. They talked, discussed the projects, and it was nice having lunch with him. Evan still managed to cook decently with one arm, and made tacos, chicken and rice, and a homemade Mac and cheese. When she asked why he put so much effort into cooking, he just shrugged and told her he really didn't have much else he could do.

Rylee couldn't fault him. That was why she was helping after all. She spent the last 5 days off of work, and her time at home was mostly spent on the forum. She enjoyed writing, but it didn't prevent her from feeling restless. She didn't miss working, but it would be a lie if she didn't feel anxious having the spare time. Free time meant hours she wasn't getting paid for. She couldn't afford much more of this.

Tara told her not to worry, believing that the settlement from the accident would make up for lost pay. It sounded nice in theory, but their bills couldn't wait forever. 

Rylee put her phone aside and stared at her ceiling. Tomorrow she had a doctors appointment in the afternoon. Evan offered to give her the ride there, since Tara still had work. With any luck, she would be free of the chair and the stitches, and life would resume to normal. So why did that make her feel so sad? Was it the art?

Or was it Evan?

No. No no. She put the pillow over her face and resisted the urge to hit herself with it. He was a famous artist. He had millions of online followers. She was a no-name nerd who worked at a burger place. Yeah, this week had been great, but he was Zane's friend, not hers.

'You can't go through all of this and still not consider him a friend.'

The thought was surprisingly honest. The car crash, community day, the artwork, all of those things brought them together in the span of a week. Rylee finally had to admit that obligation wasn't all that made her visit Evan.

//Sparrow, you heading to bed?// the message was waiting for her when she glanced at the chat box. 

//Wish I could say no, but I have to work tomorrow.// she responded. //I'll have a reply by tomorrow night though! See you then!// 

Rylee logged off and shut the web browser, wondering what RogueOwl would say about the situation. Helping Evan was still doing artwork, it just wasn't her own project like she wanted to really try. Her desk had more doodles and sketches of Bandit. She even had one of two drafts she felt would be worth sharing online. She just didn't feel ready to jump yet.

Weren't life of death experiences supposed to jump start you to try everything you never imagined you could? Why did she still feel so afraid...

Rylee was a college student with her dreams spread out before her. She was engaged to her best friend, pursuing her passion for art, and couldn’t wait for the future. But everything came crashing down when he departed, leaving her heart and her wallet empty. 

Despite the pain of betrayal, she tried not to loose hope. Putting her plans on hold, she was forced to focus on a 9-5 work cycle, secretly wondering about the ambitions she shelved in the process. The occasional artist alley table was not enough to fulfill her longing to do what she loved, and importantly, to find REAL love.

Everything changes as she grows closer to an online friend. Late night role playing adventures turn into long conversations, and his encouragement spurs her to return to forgotten projects. Meanwhile, she meets a famous artist, who makes her want to give love another chance.

Could it be, this love story, would be hers this time?

Authors notes: Bi-weekly updates, original story, thank you for reading!

Bethany is 3 years old now, will be turning 4 very soon. She was underweight before she was born, so Dara tried her best to gain Bethany's weight. 

Yes, of course.

Dara gained herself some weight. Dara thought, "it's fine, I will get to my normal weight after delivering her to birth. Just exactly the way I did when I have  Christian."

Indeed. She lost some weight. But the problem was that the weight loss was a lot less than the weight gain. Although she's not in an obese state, still she felt a bit insecure in the beginning.

But Dara knew she can't complain, and she had no time for any strict diet or any weight loss program because of breastfeeding. So she just accepted her new shape. And she kept on accepting it for the next couple of years. She keeps on trying to be happy in her skin.

And just today, after all these years, she met a fitness trainer through online media, she just can't stop thinking and getting excited about how she will get back to her dream shape in an easier way and for free. Wow! Fitness trainer for free! Who wouldn't be excited to see how it goes?

***

It's late in the afternoon, Dara is examining Christian's homework while her children are enjoying Friday's ice cream with chocolate chips and cereal sprinkles and smoothies. Singapore and Greece have 5 hours time difference, so it's around lunch break for Dara's new coach.

Dara's phone bipping. She knows it's from her 'coach'. She unlocks her phone but doesn't open the chat room, seeing what her coach sent her. It was only a greeting because they haven't talked at all today. Suddenly Dara remembered that she doesn't know his real name after almost a week of talking.

Dara replies his "good afternoon" with a  short line of a  message, "good afternoon to you too."

Then she adds one more when she sees that he is online, "I'm checking my son's homework, I will reply to you soon enough when I'm done with kids."
He replies in a few seconds, "sure babe, go on."

Dara smiles seeing his quick reply and how understanding he is every time Dara mentions her children. He never sounds impatient or cynical or jealous after found out that Dara has a little family. Always sounds patient and sympathetic and he's always fun.

They haven't seen each other's face, but Dara has already felt good vibes from that man. She has opened the other chats that she got on the same day as she met K, but they were boring or perverted or weird people. 

***

There was a man who had this on his bio "I'm a fun and open-minded person, here looking for friends from all around the world." And Dara was attracted to him because of the nice pictures of himself and his holiday pictures from different countries. 

They talked quite a bit in the introduction. He was a Canadian. He had so many beautiful pictures of nature from different parts of the world,  but mostly mountains and hills. Seemed that he likes outdoor sporty activities such as hiking or climbing. She could say that from his physical appearance that was quite well-shaped with a broad chest.

They liked each other and chatted for quite an intense first day before he found out that Dara is married and has two children the next day. He suddenly ended the chat room, leaving Dara confused with a jaw-dropping. And she thought, "did I say anything wrong?"

That annoyed her a lot and made her grumpy for hours before she met a nice woman. Dara told her what was happening between her and the Canadian. Then the woman named Jules explained that the Canadian probably wanted sex with her, and chatting with a married woman was not his intention. Dara thought that Jules might be right and she felt better with that assumption.

She talked quite a few with Jules and she shared some of her experiences on the Tinkle app which one of those had led her to a real romance a while ago but then they broke up recently and here she was once again for another one. 

Dara enjoyed being on the Tinkle app, and she wrote her books and comic titles on her bio in efforts to promote them. "Great work, Dara, you hit two birds with one stone! New friends yes, promoting your work yes!" 

She met another new chatter, a good looking built-up man named Dean in a proper suit and bald head. His bio was "I'm a dominant man looking for an Asian submissive mature woman," which made Dara think a bit and wanted to ask about his bio. But she decided to pass him away without greeting him back because she didn't intend to have any heavy conversation.

Then she met another polite-looking man. He had a picture of himself in front of the mirror, in a white t-shirt and striped shirt as the outer, holding a see-through cup of tea that was only at the bottom left. His face was covered by his phone.

His bio was "Here are the scores that have been updated once in a day," then Dara saw different countries having different numbers next to it. And the very bottom of his bio was, "let me rate you!" And that was a bit interesting for Dara. 

They greeted each other then Dara asked, "what are you rating about?"
"Oh, you read that? Not everyone read bios though," he said nicely.
"Really?"
"Yeap. I mostly asked them by myself, haha."
"Ohh… I am new to this. But I really enjoy reading people's bio because I always find something different."
"Yeah, sometimes I read too, but not always."
"Soo… what are you rating?"
"Are you sure you're interested?"
"I might be, why do you ask me back that way?"
"Because you're Asian. Most Asians don't do this. Well, I know, culture."
"Culture? So your rating stuff is related to cultures?"
"Well, no."
"What is it then?"
"Hmm...okay. Since you are so insisting. I rate boobs."
"What do you mean you rate boobs?"
"Well, I mean I rate boobs, honey."
"How??" Dara started to widen her eyes in disbelief.
She saw that one country has 5 digits of the number.
"What's the highest score ever?" She asked him again.
"The highest was a Russian, her score was 94 of 100."
"Omg! How many girls have you rated?"
"Hahaha, I'm not sure…. So, will you let me rate you?"


"I have never known what efforts were;
I have never known what submission referred to;
I have never known what my passion was;
I have never known what I, myself really was;
Until there was… You"
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Rewritten version
21+ alert!!!
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Dara is indeed a great submissive catch for a cold-hearted Dominant man like him, she's an innocent, a pure one to be taught, wrapped in a beautiful, petite, almost flawless appearance.
For Dara herself, this is her very first time to get into this kind of darker side.
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Being a slave means being strong. 
More than what she has become all along. 
The circumstance that Dara has never thought would be extremely challenging. 
But, by being his slave...
She finds herself.
She finds her deepest, hidden passion that she has never realized herself, before.
She finds a way to overcome.
She finally learns how to share a man, like a harem.
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Getting into the BDSM world virtually, was never her intention at all, but here she is sharing a man with girls from all over the world, in a virtual room of harems.
Jealousy, humility, degrading, among friendly, sympathetic, cooperation, partnerships, and even knowledge shared there. All of the mixing emotions of ups and downs flutter her heart and sanity. 
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Will she grow stronger and earn him?
Will she survive with all of the emotional occurrences? 

Having filled his stomach in the morning, Han Zhan was in a very good mood all the way to the office. His joy was easily detected by Li Li. Li Li entered Han Zhan's office, and stared at Han Zhan's face carefully with his bright eyes.
Han Zhan allowed the other party to size him up. After a moment, he asked, "Have you seen enough? If you have, scram back to earn money for me."
Li Li coughed and tapped his own earlobe with his index finger.
Han Zhan asked, "What?"
Li Li said, "It has a lipstick mark."
Mmm?
Han Zhan took up his cell phone and used his black screen to reflect his image…
There was nothing. Han Zhan glanced at Li Li mildly. "Is it very interesting to tease me?"
Li Li clicked his tongue, shook his head, and sighed. "You were almost an hour late today. Is there a vixen at home keeping you from going to work?"
Han Zhan warned him. "What vixen? It's your sister-in-law."
Li Li suppressed his laughter and corrected herself. "Yes, yes, sister-in-law."
Li Li was shocked as he gazed at the loving and blissful Han Zhan. In the past, he had always been worried that Han Zhan would remain single forever. Unexpectedly, he was a man who did great things in secret, as he fell in love and got married at will.
It looked like a blissful marriage.
He also felt like getting married.
Han Zhan turned on his laptop and looked up to see Li Li still standing in front of his desk. He raised his brows and asked, "Is there anything else?"
"There's a banquet tonight. Can you attend it for me?" This was Li Li's real motive.
Han Zhan immediately shook his head. "I'm not going."
"I know you don't wish to attend such an event, but this company is yours to begin with. All the money earned will go to your pockets. I, Li Li, am a hardworking employee. It is your responsibility to attend such an important banquet."
Li Li complained bitterly as he peeked at Han Zhan's reaction. However, Han Zhan maintained his cold but good-looking face and quietly watched Li Li act.
Li Li realized that Han Zhan's heart was as hard as steel, and he had completely given up all hope. Li Li stopped acting and his expression changed. He said coldly, "I have something on tonight and can't go."
Seeing that Li Li had finished acting and was willing to speak normally, Han Zhan asked him, "What's the matter?"
Li Li said, "I have to take care of my mother."
"You're lying." Han Zhan immediately saw through Li Li's lie. "Do you think I didn't know that you hired a nurse for Auntie? I've never seen you so filial normally. Tell me, what shameful things do you have to do?"
It better not be committing murder, arson, or visitng a prostitute.
Li Li's expression was slightly unnatural. He glanced outside the office and saw that everyone was focused on their work. Only then did he lean over to Han Zhan's ear and said, "I have an appointment. I'm going to meet someone."
Han Zhan gave him a meaningful look. "Matchmaking?"
Li Li actually felt slightly embarrassed. He said in a low voice, "No, I met an online lover."
"An online lover?" A hint of surprise crept onto Han Zhan's face. He looked at Li Li disapprovingly for a while, and couldn't help but knock Li Li on the head. "Li Li, you're already 29 years old, not a 9 year old kid or a 19 year old blockhead. You're having an online romance at your age?"
To Han Zhan, only children would meet online friends. He remembered that a few years ago, Han Wangwang had bought a plane ticket to a faraway place to meet her online friends. But before she could meet them, her father had caught her and beat her up.
It was a pity that Li Li was already an adult and his mother was bedridden. There was no way they could beat him up.
Li Li rubbed his earlobes and retorted angrily. "So what if I met an online friend? Let me tell you, that the online friend of mine is very cute. I like cute girls the most. In today's society, women are all manly men who can hold a bottle of water with one shoulder. Adorable girls are very rare."
Han Zhan smirked and gave him his blessings. "I wish you success in your online romance and your online friend would be a 200 pound fatty."
Li Li stomped his feet and turned to leave.
…
Song Ci indeed had something to attend to today. Han Zhan had just left for work, when Song Ci left the house with her bag. She was going to meet Song Fei in the morning and an important person in the afternoon.
Yan Jiang had been working over the past few days to film Du Xueyan's music video. Knowing that Song Ci was going to his house, he had specially set up a one-time password for the door lock. The two of them had just quarreled two days ago and were too embarrassed to face each other.
Song Ci arrived at the Yan Jiang Residence alone and gave Song Fei a full-body massage. She then retrieved the book titled "War and Peace" from the shelves along the corridor.
Song Fei loved to read books in the past. The books she read were all unpopular and specific. "War and Peace" was Song Fei's favorite novel. Song Ci had read this book to her when she visited her previously.
Sitting cross-legged on the windowsill, Song Ci flipped directly to the page with the bookmark between her fingers and read softly. A light breeze blew in from the window and Song Ci's short hair swayed in the wind. On the bed, Song Fei's fringe also swayed along with the wind.
As Song Ci read, Song Fei slept peacefully.
"…Everyone has their flaws, just like an apple that has been bitten by God. Some people have bigger flaws, and it is precisely because God especially likes his fragrance…" Saying this, Song Ci suddenly closed her book, got up, and walked over to Song Fei's bed.
Song Ci bent down, hugged Song Fei's frail shoulders, and rubbed her face lovingly. "Big sister, God must be jealous of you for being too smart and outstanding, so he punished you to sleep a little longer. Will God let you wake up after you've slept long enough?"
Staring at Song Fei's sleeping form, Song Ci desperately hoped that those tightly shut eyes would suddenly open; then, like in the past, Song Fei would lift her right hand and stroke Song Ci's hair in a boorish but not rough manner. Song Ci looked down on her coldly. "Little fool, you're already silly enough, but you still cry so much. So ugly."
But Song Fei didn't do as she wished. She just slept peacefully, unable to hear Song Ci's voice or feel the heat of her tears.
"Are you refusing to wake up because Dad and Mum are gone and this world is boring to you?" Song Ci wiped her tears and leaned over to kiss Song Fei's hair. She sobbed. "But Song Fei, if you don't want Song Ci anymore, she will really become an orphan."
Actually, Song Ci knew very well that the chances of Song Fei waking up were very slim. Perhaps she would continue to sleep like this for the rest of her life until her energy was completely depleted, until she was as thin as a skeleton and take her last breath.
But Song Ci would never give up on Song Fei until that day came!
She grabbed Song Fei's hand tightly and said, "Song Fei, you must wake up. Even if you don't do it for me, you must think of Ah Jiang. That fool really likes you…"
As she still had something on, she chatted with Song Fei for another half an hour before leaving.
…
Long Yu had been waiting downstairs. Seeing Song Ci come out, he hurriedly opened the car door. Song Ci sat down and said to Long Yu, "Brother Long, send me to see Su Beibei."
"Okay, Madam."


The number one socialite, Song Ci, marries the worst handicapped man, Han Zhan! 
Everyone laughs at Song Ci for being blind and leaving the rich and handsome second son of the Chuan Dong Group to marry a handicapped nobody. Only she knows that soon, this person will become the richest man in Wangdong City. 
...Song Ci has been reborn to the summer when she was 22. Her sister who was killed by her adoptive father in her last life is still alive, the man who let her down is madly pursuing her, and the man who is out of reach for the entire Wangdong City is still a nobody. 
In this life, Song Ci will tear the scum with her hands, protect her family, and marry the most beautiful love! 
One day, a good friend asks Song Ci, "How do you feel after the wedding, how is Brother Han? Is he considerate or not?" 
Song Ci: "Everything else is good; it's just a little too big." 
Han Zhan, who is eavesdropping is delighted, only to hear his wife grumble.
"It's said that every three years is a generation gap. I'm three generations from him. It's so difficult to communicate with him. He doesn't use emoji when chatting…"
Infuriated, Han Zhan wears an aggrieved look resembling an emoji. 
After marrying the older man, Han Zhan, Song Ci drinks rejuvenating tea, wears thermal pants, puts on stockings, and lives a life of no worries.


"Eeek!" 
After typing the title, Pi danced around with excitement, and high-fived Galaxy to celebrate this great achievement.　　
"Wait a minute!" Zhang Zian could not ignore this. "Pi, do you want to write a novel about pets?"　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi nodded. It pointed at him, at Galaxy, then at itself, and typed: "A novel about pets, pet shop and everybody."　　
Zhang Zian frowned slightly after hearing this, feeling worried about the future of this novel. He had not read many online novels, but his gut feeling was telling him that nobody would be interested in such a novel. For pet owners, they were so busy cuddling their cats and walking their dogs, how could they have time to read a novel about pets? For those who don't own pets, they were either not interested in pets or even hated pets, not to mention reading a book about pets. The most likely potential readers were those who didn't have time to own pets, but liked pets and wanted to own them remotely in a "cloud". But how many of them could there be?　 
Most online novels were about travelling back in time throughout history or another world, practicing Kongfu, writing poetry, being cool and kicking butts; or about being raised from the dead and returning to a city, then making monkey with prophetic knowledge and dating a few or dozens of women at the same time...He had never heard of a popular online novel about a pet shop.　 
Pi wanted to kill time by writing a novel. He was happy about this. But for a novel with so few potential readers, it may lose confidence after finding out nobody was reading it. It may fall into deeper self-isolation.　 
He knew all this, but he didn't want to kill Pi's enthusiasm at this moment. He smiled reluctantly. "OK. Will I be in it? Then write me as a handsome man."　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi grinned and typed: "This is hard..."　
Zhang Xian said, "I was just kidding. But, Pi, when is the beginning of the story? Now?"
"Eeek."　　


Pi nodded and typed: "From last year, when you just returned to this city."　　
Zhang Zian thought about it. Maybe a good story can be written about it, such as writing him as a hero with hundreds of years of experience, but met his "Waterloo" and died, then was brought back to life. This may interest the readers and meet their expectations. He smiled. "OK. I'll tell you my story before coming to the pet shop... Do you know Wang Qian and Li Kun, the two guys working part-time in the shop? They always believed that I was a big hero during the time of Jindan. In fact, this is true..."　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi waved its hands and interrupted him. It showed him the nameless book, and typed: "No. Everything that happened in the past can be found in the book."　　
Zhang Zian: "I'm just an ordinary Joe in real life. Can't you gratify me in the novel?"　
Famous interrupted him as well. "Everything in the past? Does it include my stories in the Imagined Landscape?"　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi nodded.　　
Famous said, "Can't I have any privacy? I gotta pay attention to my image in the Imagined Landscape."　　
"Which website will you publish your work? I mean, there are a lot of online novel websites. Where do you want to publish? There is a saying that goes: the worst that could happen to a man is getting into a wrong profession; while the worst that could happen to a woman is marrying the wrong husband. The websites have different styles. This is a book for a small population of readers. If you pick the wrong website, you may have even fewer readers..." Zhang Zian reminded it tactfully.　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi swiped the tablet screen to unlock it. Then it opened up a reading app and showed it to Zhang Zian.　　
"Oh, Qidian Web novel, that's the site I used earlier for online reading..." Zhang Zian nodded. He didn't know the online novel websites very well and could not have offered more help. But he heard that this was one of the biggest literature websites. It might be a good choice for Pi.　　


Pi tapped on a menu button: "Becoming a writer", then showed it to Zhang Zian.　　
"A photo ID is needed?" Zhang Zian took a glance, and thought this was complicated.　
"Eeek."　　
Pi typed: "I'm a residential alien. I don't have an ID."　　
Zhang Zian's face twitched. He didn't know where it learned the words "residential alien"...but it was appropriately used.　
"That is to say...you need my ID?" He pointed at his nose and asked.　
Pi nodded.　　
Fine. He was the only one with an ID in the pet shop. Although uploading his ID was not a safe move, he was an ordinary Joe after all. Not many hackers were targeting him. The internet was a free space. If all publications were anonymous, it could cause big problems. The dark web developers might blend in and advertise their illegal business.
Zhang Zian took a picture of his ID photo, and uploaded it according to the website instructions. After identity verification, he finally created a new book and uploaded new chapters with his account.　　
"Eeek!"　　
Pi typed the title of the first chapter eagerly: Amazing Fate Pet Shop. Then it entered the text: On the magnificent East Coast of the motherland, there was a quiet coastal city called Binhai City. It was beautiful, with a large economy and a slow pace of life. Binhai had an absence of large industrial enterprises, making it a suitable place to live a peaceful life...　
"Wait a minute!"　　
Zhang Zian found a big mistake, and asked Pi to pause, in case the mistake grew bigger.　　
"Eeek?"　　
Pi gestured to inquire.　
"What the heck is Binhai City?" Zhang Zian pointed out the mistake. "Pi, did you make a mistake? This is not Binhai City, and there is no such a city in China."　
"Eeek."　

Pi pointed at the website instructions for authors to show Zhang Zian. 
He stretched his neck, gazed at the screen and read. "In order to avoid unnecessary complications caused by real information in your work, we suggest the that authors avoid using real information in your writing, such as geographic locations, celebrity names, well-known companies, etc.... What the heck is this?"　
That was why. No wonder Pi used "Binhai City" to replace the real name of the city. He thought Pi was making a mistake.　
"But this city name is too sloppy. You'd better make a note, in case the readers complain about it." Zhang Zian reminded it.　　
Pi nodded bitterly and continued: "In this city with a sloppy name, there was a small, unknown pet shop." 
Zhang Zian nodded with satisfaction. But the next sentence made him uneasy again!　　
"Who is Zhang Zian? Why haven't I heard of this guy?" He asked.　　
Pi pointed at him, meaning "you", then at the website instructions on "celebrity names". 
Fine...I'm a celebrity at the end of the day. I was about to be myself and win the heart of a thousand girls...Zhang Zian was speechless. But to avoid breaking the website's rule by using a real name, he had to accept this weird alias.　　
"How about you, Galaxy and Famous? And Fina, Old Time Tea, Richard, and Snowy Lionet? Will they have aliases too?" He asked.　　
Pi typed: "No. We are not humans, so we can keep our names."　　
After typing, it deleted this extra sentence.　　
This cheered Famous up. "Great! I always wanted to keep my real name, not using an alias nor becoming a substitute of another dog."　　
This is unfair... Dogs have more rights than men these days? Zhang Zian was a little upset in his heart.　
After writing for a while, Pi was stuck, and could not tap any more keys on the keyboard. It scratched its head, read the nameless book for a few minutes, then resumed typing.　


Pi was a slow typist. Before this, it was typing out newspapers, following a template. Chinese was not its mother tongue. It had to design a plot, sketch the Chinese words in its head, then type them out.　　
If it were someone else with the same typing speed, Zhang Zian would not have watched on the side. But Pi was the one typing, and the story was about himself. He watched with great patience, going downstairs occasionally for business. 　　
As the words jumped from of Pi's keyboard onto the laptop screen, Zhang Zian's memory gradually came back. He relived the unforgettable days with Pi's words. 　
The detail that Pi described were things that he never told anybody else. He had even forgotten some of them himself. He lived everything in first person, but Pi recorded from an objective, third-person perspective, just like an invisible camera floating around him, recording every tiny detail.　　
"I absolutely didn't have dark eye circles." He pointed out.　
Pi typed "Yes" with certainty, then deleted it. It waved the nameless book, suggesting the nameless book's record could never be wrong.　　
Zhang Zian didn't know how to defend himself. He knew that he may have dark eye circles then after a few sleepless nights in the hospital, and being exhausted with the funeral. He might have very dark eye circles, but he couldn't see it himself. 
After the debut of Little Celery in Pi's writing, he laughed and said: "If Wang Yaning reads this novel, my obsession with young girls would be made known... Oh, Pi, apart from the names and locations, is everything else real?"　　
Pi thought about it and typed: "70% real and 30% unreal, just like 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms'."　　
Zhang Zian laughed silently. Pi certainly read the four masterpieces.　
After finishing the first chapter, with a 2079 word count, Pi uploaded it with satisfaction.
"Take a break, Pi." suggested Zhang Zian. Two to three hours had passed since Pi started writing this chapter.　
Pi jumped off the chair obediently to stretch itself. But it was worried about the fate of this novel. The beginning was so ordinary. Would someone read it?　　
　　



1. Download a suspicious game
2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

Hello everyone I'm glad that you're here!
This is my first Romance and I was inspired by frustration 😂
I have been reading quite a few romance books and this pattern was eating me up, the guys are always the alpha, the master, the billionaire, the boss so far I have never read a book that puts a woman in a very high position.
I had read amazing books with strong and badass women but never starting in a "higher" position, If you know a book like that please write the name out so I can read it too!
Honestly, I'm done reading a book with such amazing women being "equal" by being with him, I understand that when a man recognizes a woman as their equal the relationship skyrockets.
But in my first one, I want him to start like regulars women in novels😂, in other words, in need of her help to achieve something.
I appreciate your feedback to improve my newby writing skills.
♦ PS: This book contains severe inappropriate content for sensitive readers also strong and mature language, and steamy sex scenes.
♦ There is violence, sexual abuse in psychological and physical forms, and distortion of sadism and dominance.
♦ My story has no intent to offend the BDSM community my villain has severe psychological issues he is sick and a dick!
♦ I don't own the images on this book the main sources are Google and Pinterest.

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PS: HAPPY 2021! I will try to update weekly gals, honestly, I thought review and editing will be fast and easy but it is not! LOL
Also, I saw that my chapters were too long! I was doing about 7k+ words per chapter when most of the books I read online have barely 2k+ so I split into about 3k - 5k words so it becomes a smooth reading for you all!
I wish you good reading!
Skylargreyzzz

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From an almost dead hopeless housewife to a multimillionaire Ice queen business owner, I had focused so much on my career that my body and mind starts to give up on me and burn for touch and caress that I had pushed far far away inside.

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