"I don't care if I have no obligation to help him. I'm going to do it anyway," Claire said defiantly. "Are you going to help me or am I going to have to kidnap him from the state?"
Marilyn sighed. "I'll help you. He can stay with you for now because of the kinship claim but you do have a lot of paperwork in your future. And I know you don't have a bed available for him so you better set that up as soon as possible. 
"He needs to have his own bedroom set up before the home study. I'll email you a list of all the things you'll need to do. For now I'll talk to his foster parents and go pack up his things to bring to you."
"Thank you," Claire replied softly before hanging up the phone. 
She ran a hand through her hair in exasperation. She had made her choice and she needed to stick to it but how was she going to explain this to Alex? He would be home soon. 
It would probably be better to have this discussion without Ethan around so she made sure to intercept him in the front yard before he made it into the house. He seemed confused that she was outside waiting for him. 
"Hey Claire. What's up?" Alex asked. 
"I…have something to tell you," Claire confessed, messing with her hair again because she was nervous. "Don't get mad, okay?"
He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest. "What did you do that you think I would be mad about?"
"I'm going to take Ethan in!" she blurted. She was quick to explain the whole story from the beginning and ended with, "He's just a kid and he needs me. I can't ignore that anymore. I don't care what inconvenience it causes me. I'll figure out a way to make it work. So be nice to him, alright? This was my decision."
Alex sighed heavily when she finished her explanation. "It seems that you've already made up your mind. I don't want him to go to juvie either but you shouldn't abandon your dreams again for him."
Claire had no intention of abandoning her dreams. She was going to finish college, get a better job, and fulfil as many bucket list items as possible. Ethan might make things more difficult but that didn't mean he would make them impossible. 
It takes a village to raise a child. As long as she continued to have adequate support from her friends in terms of babysitting when necessary she should be able to handle it. 
He had recently been enrolled in the fourth grade. Her commitment to raising him would take seven and a half years until he graduated from high school and could go spread his wings on his own. 
She would only be thirty by the time that happened. If some of her dreams had to be deferred that long so be it. They had already been put off once; she was used to it. She couldn't stand back and watch someone she cared about have his life be destroyed when she could do something about it. 
"I'm going to need your help until I finish college," Claire admitted. "I know it's a lot to ask and you have your own things to do but—"
Alex clapped a hand over her mouth and shook his head. "No. I don't have many concrete goals of my own yet, remember? I told you I would help you with yours until I did. We are a team; you said so yourself."
She nearly wilted from relief. Having someone to watch Ethan for her when she was at school in the evenings had been what she was most worried about after promising to take him in. She didn't think she would be able to afford a normal babysitter for such a long period of time. 
More than that, she was grateful not to be going into the scary world of single parenting on her own. At least for the first couple of years she would have help while she was figuring things out. 
Claire had no idea what Alex's long-term plans were—he didn't seem to have any idea himself—but knowing he would be here a while longer helped calm her troubled heart a bit. Having him around somehow always made even the most uncertain things seem less scary. 
"Thank you," she said fervently as she hugged him. 
"You're welcome. We should get inside; Ethan is probably wondering what's taking you so long," he replied as he pulled away and opened the front door. 
His prediction ended up being entirely wrong, as the boy had fallen asleep on the couch. He hadn't even noticed how long she was gone. Poor kid. All that crying must have worn him out. 
Nobody here had eaten dinner yet so Claire set to work making a quick and simple pasta dish for everyone. As she did, she thought of all the things she would need to get for Ethan's room in order to make it seem like a real bedroom rather than her spare room. 
The treadmill would probably have to be moved to Alex's room since it was the biggest in the house and the only other possible place it could go while still being usable. All of the boxes that had been hanging out in there could go out to the garage. 
She would need to get a bed, a dresser, a bedside table, and some decorations at the very least. It was important that Ethan felt at home here and like the space was his own since he had been sharing a room the whole time he was in foster care. 
Claire was determined to give him as normal a childhood as possible from here on out. She might not be able to spoil him with material things but she would definitely be able to spoil him with love. That was what really mattered anyway. 


Your typical boy meets girl love story...if the boy was a highly trained super soldier and the girl was a target he was hired to kill. Six knew there was something different about Claire Conway the moment he laid eyes on her but he never would have guessed how she would turn his entire world upside down!

*Cover art by polkadottedscrunchie*

- Ateez - {Hongjoong} 
Kim Hongjoong...
I knew his face, I knew his name, and I fell in love with his smile.  Instagram suggestions showed me a boy of any girls dreams because he's fashionable, good-looking, a complete sweetheart, and he has amazing manners. But for me it was a smile. His aesthetically pleasing smile. His vintage smile. His smile just reminded me of vintage aesthetics and vintage items... pictures. 
"Go Jessie! Your fucking zoning again!" My friends yell bringing me back to my most haunted reality.
At a smoothie shop.
Don't give me wrong I like smoothies just... A shop is unreasonable.
"S-sorry what's going on?" I asked and my three other friends groan. 
"Shut up Nam Eric!  All you assholes would do is clown me!" I have three best friends and they're all guys.
First, Nam Eric, he's a totally accidental crackhead, he's good at singing, but he's also just a weirdo.
Next is Park Jae, he's pretty much the second duplicate of Eric except he can play guitar.
And lastly we have Kim Matthew, he's just a crackhead, he's just funny all the time, he can rap, and he's big buff.
Oh, and I didn't mention that they're all from America and good-looking as hell. 
"If it's about a boy I'll give you a free titty estimate." Matthew said in all three of us start dying of laughter.
"I'll come to you when I meet Wonho."
"Oh, Wonho's got some BIG TITTIES, like I know I have to work out when I look at his."
"Matthew shut up, you're weird as hell." Eric says in Matthew did as he was told, so we all crack up and die once again.
"Oh my- how about we head somewhere else Miss America?" They started calling me that since I got back from visiting family in California like a week ago.
"Shush it or I'll shove your guitar down your nostril Jae." I hissed and he puts his hands up in defeat. 
"Korean is hard and I don't care to speak it right now." I saw in an annoyed manner causing the others to chuckle.
"It is." Eric said getting up and soon all of us joined him.
"How about we go to Matthews place and enjoy movie?" Jae suggested. Matthew didn't like it at first, but he said okay anyway and here we are.
- 
"Dude, that movie sucked."  Me, Jae, and Matthew laughed at the movie 'The conjuring'. Eric picked it and being the pussy he is, he thought it was scary.
"Yeah it did, too scary for my taste."
"You picked it pussy boy!"  Jae yelled and Eric hit his chest.
"Just...bruised my soul.."
"No I bruised your tittie.". Eric said with no thought whatsoever and-
"Titty?" Matthew swerved in front of us in question what he had just heard. We all crack up laughing while he just keeps questioning us.
"Did I really just hear titty?" With that we continue dying.
- 
"Y'all head home safe now!" Matthew said as we walked out the door.
"Bye!" We yelled and Matthew shut the door leaving me, Eric, and Jae alone walking down the road.
"Hey you want a ride home?" Jae asked and I smiled.
"You know I don't live far, I'll be okay."
" You sure?"
"Yup." All three of us take a stop at Jae's car in saved by right before we left but Eric...smirked...
"Here, take the taser in case he comes back on when I leave." Eric then legit pulled out a taser and I freaked.
"What the fuck?! Eric know! Put that away!" Eric's laughed and shrugs putting it away then we hear a male clear their throat behind us.  Me and Eric turn around to see Jae glaring.
"Eric you fucking midget I'll kill you!" Then Eric took off running with Jae quickly following him. I could legit hear Eric screaming for 4 minutes straight as I continued walking home.
while I was walking I was turning on my music and I ran into someone dropping my phone.  When I picked it up... It was completely shattered.  It won't let me press anything either...
"I'm so sorry, I could pay for the damage-oh, how about I just buy you a new one?" his voice reminded me of good dreams in cotton candy clouds. I look up and there he is the boy with the vintage smile.  Smiling straight at me. 
"I-no it's fine I don't know you and plus I'm responsible for it." I smile back and he grabs it and pulls out his phone taking a picture. 
"It's fine, what's your number?"
"082-689-2646... But why do you-"
"so they can transfer it to your new one. Give me the memory card." he held out his hand after handing me my phone. I hesitantly took out the memory card and place it in his hands.
"Okay, where are you heading?"
"H-home." I said he sweetly smiled.
"It cool if I walk with you then?" He asked and I nodded.
- 
I walked home with a boy I met and randomly fell in love with through Instagram.
"Hey by the way my name is Go Jessie." He smiled once again striking my heart.
"My name is-"
"Kim Hongjoong." he looked at me in shock and I awkwardly smile.
"How did you know?"
"I saw you on Instagram once, I remember your name because your smile reminded me of something." I spoke shyly and he chuckled.
"What did it remind you of?"
"Anything vintage."
"So you're saying I have a vintage smile?" He asked and I nodded only to receive a cute little giggle.
"Well Jessie, how about we go get coffee tomorrow?" I quickly nodded and he laughed.
"okay, I'll pick you up at 2. You'll have your own new phone by then and be going on a date.  Double whammy." I hummed in response and we both smiled.
After that we exchanged goodbyes and I smile closing my door. When I jump on my couch I let out a soft side and I think of the boy in awe.
"Best conversation in Korean ever..."  I said to myself before drifting to sleep only to see his vintage smile in my dreams.  And then my thoughts restarted again and start at the name.
Kim Hongjoong...
- 
A/n: Matthew just released big titty gang merch.  Please go and buy some most funds are going to breast cancer causes. 
"Save a tiddie join the committee" 🥺🥰💕
-mayji

"Do you want me to go in with you?" Xu Suying asked, holding onto Xiong Jingfei's hand the whole ride back. "I can stay with you?"
They were about to arrive at Yang Zheyan's front gate in a few minutes, and Xu Suying didn't want to leave Xiong Jingfei alone. Not after the way she reacted at the shrine today. Also, Xiong Jingfei was awfully quiet the whole ride back. She didn't seem to want to have a single conversation with her and wouldn't say what happened between her and the crazy grandma. 
Xu Suying's parents were worried about Xiong Jingfei but decided to not ask or probed into it further. Seeing as Xiong Jingfei was refusing to tell them what happened. They will wait until Xiong Jingfei feels she is ready to tell them. 
Xiong Jingfei finally smiled at Xu Suying and shook her head. Today, she already worried and bothered Xu Suying and her parents enough. She can't keep dragging Xu Suying into her problems any more than she already has. 
Furthermore, what was there to tell Xu Suying? That she saw her mother through the crazy grandma? Pft, anyone told her that she would have laughed at it too.  
The most unbelievable part was that the little girl named Xu Song and the adult Xu Song in her dreams looked exactly like Xu Suying! It was already absurd that the people she keeps seeing in her dreams were the same people that are in her life. 
Then she started to remember those people's faces when she woke up from those dreams belonging to Ai. Feng Huan was the first person she recalled, then Zhao Fan, and the third person so far is Xu Suying. 
Before all she had were their names, but now it is different, she has their face and name too. They are the same people as those she knows in her life. There were still a few missing faces from the names that keep popping up in her dreams. A few that bothered her were Yang Zheyan, Wei Weimin, and Wu Yuan. 
When they stopped in front of Yang Zheyan's gate, Xiong Jingfei apologized and thanked Xu Suying's parents for today's trip. It was a trip that took an unexpected turn for her. 
"Sweetheart, are you sure that you'll be okay on your own?" Xu Suying's mom asked, getting out of the car with Xiong Jingfei. "Why don't you spend the night with us?"
Xiong Jingfei stared at those kind eyes belonging to Xu Suying's mom. They looked exactly like her mother right when she told her that she loved her. 
I really miss you, mom. 
She hugged Xu Suying's mom as a rejection of her invite. Xiong Jingfei knows how much Xu Suying's family cared for her, and she can't thank them enough. They are more family to her than her own step-mother and half-sisters. 
Xiong Jingfei walked through the long pathway up to reach the house. As usual, Yang Zheyan's place, whether it was outside or inside the house. It was quiet. 
She rarely encounters any of the employees taking care of Yang Zheyan's place. The only person she really interacted with was Nanny Liu. It also felt like the employees were trying to avoid her. 
When she entered the house, it wasn't as "quiet" as she thought it would be. Inside, Yang Zheyan was occasionally making a few comments, and there was another voice responding back. 
"Zheyan, I need you to do this for me!"
"Leave." Yang Zheyan said in a monotone voice. He wasn't paying any attention to Lu Weisheng's worries. Instead, his focus was on his phone since it was much more interesting than Lu Weisheng's topic. 
"How can you treat me this way? I did what you wanted! You wanted me to leave and stop living here, and I did." Lu Weisheng cried and muttered the rest under his breath, "I left you here alone with your bride, but you…"
Yang Zheyan waved him off, "You weren't supposed to even be here in the first place. Your brother is one phone call away." 
"Zheyan! As my good cousin and brother, I need you to help me clear up this misunderstanding!" Lu Weisheng rubbed his hands together, begging Yang Zheyan. "You know my older brother is not an option!"
If his older brother wasn't already on his back, Lu Weisheng would never beg Yang Zheyan for his help. Besides his brother, who can help him clear up this mess as always. Yang Zheyan was the only other person who could do it. 
Lu Weisheng didn't have the power to do it because it was taken away by his older brother. It was frustrating to be the younger brother and the one who causes the most headaches! 
"Ack!" Lu Weisheng jumped back and held his chest. "You scared me!"
Xiong Jingfei flinched. She scared him? He scared her!
Just as Lu Weisheng was thinking of how his older brother was probably coming up with various methods on how to punish him. He wanted to cry! Then the other person he has been most afraid of recently showed up out of nowhere. She didn't even make a sound! 
Well, how could Lu Weisheng take notice of her entering the house? He was too busy worried about his life that was on edge. 
Yang Zheyan finally looked up from his phone and gave her a warm smile, "Welcome home, darling~."
Eek, what happened to the devil? Lu Weisheng rubbed away the goosebumps on his arms. No matter if it's Yang Zheyan fake smile or gentleman manners, he never used this type of voice when talking to others! 
Then there was a part of Lu Weisheng that felt betrayed! He was shouting and pacing back and forth, but Yang Zheyan didn't even bat an eye. His beloved walked in, and he was all smiles! 
Xiong Jingfei responded to Yang Zheyan with a tender smile. Right, even Lu Weisheng is unaware of their fake relationship. But… This panicking person was the same person who tricked her into thinking he was Yang Zheyan. Making her believe she was having an affair with Yang Zheyan's cousin! 
"W-welcome home sister-in-law… Hahaha." Lu Weisheng nervously laughed, not realizing his head was creating water. Every time he sees Xiong Jingfei, that scary image of her keeps popping up on its own. 
She looked at Lu Weisheng up and down. What should she do with him?


Do you believe in reincarnation?

"In this lifetime, I was the one who followed you. In the next life, you'll follow me."

Do you believe in having a past life? 

"No matter how many lifetime, I only want to be with you."

Do you believe in karma? 

"A broken, unfulfilled promise..."

*The cover drawing does not belong to me. However, it fits my setting and characters. I would be happy to credit the artist if I know who they are!*

08h20pm
For the good-looking guys, here is the snack break. 
For boys with brains, this place is the paradise of knowledge. 
For athletes, by joining the club of  baseball or basketball, compare the length of his dick in the locker room, this is a tradition. 
However, for a guy like me, coming to school is no different than walking into a door in the face. 
Here, for a moron like me, it's a scary place full of unfamiliar and overly complicated words. 
Without mentioning the various protagonists whose personalities the average reader cannot grasp, you will also find absurd rules governing this temple of knowledge. 
"Irina, let go of the cat, we're already 25 minutes late."
The first of these rules: Be on time for school. 
School is a bit like the street, there are a lot of rules to respect. 
Of course, like the street where you can pee on the door of a police station at the risk of getting bludgeoned a few times if you get caught, arriving late to school is also possible.
 
However, usually, I always manage to respect this rule. 
In fact, fearing to run into my classmates on the way to school on ordinary days, I leave the house running as soon as I swallowed my pork chops. 
I know I am pitiful, but those who have never spent a morning tied naked to the big hand of the City Hall clock will not be able to understand what the effect of the snow causes on the thin layer of skin of a young pair of balls. 
Unfortunately, today, I am not alone and if this morning the god of balls answered my prayers by allowing me not to cross any classmate, Irina made me lose all notion of time when she bowed down to play with a black little cat. 
Fuck, I have to admit it. When she generously offers me the spectacle of her long stretched legs at the end of which her divine ass is drawn in her tight little skirt, while my brain turns OFF, my cock turns ON.
"My small Piglet, I feel your eyes wandering along my body since a while, isn't it tiring to only look. Say my fatso, do you want to touch me?....
What? 
Seriously? 
Isn't that bullshit?
Me, slip my chubby little fingers in her thin pastel blue panties?
Did playing with that cat make her wet?
No, I understand now. Since this morning, she has been playing the plague indifferent to my charm, but in reality, she dreams of tasting my glans. 
Shit, I'm so horny that my pecker becomes painful. 
Faced with the beauty who stands so upright that her two enormous D cups threaten to tear her little top, like the fat bad wolf who is about to eat the innocent lamb's little ass, I approach with light steps. 
With my underpants tighter than an armed slingshot, wiping the drool from my mouth with my wrist, answering the invitation of the girl in heat, already ready to visit her panties, I tilt my other hand towards her crotch.
Two ultra-sexy thighs are now within reach.
I can already smell from here the sweet and slightly sour smell of her little pussy that cries out for my caresses.
I have a fucking good feeling. 
Yes, tonight, me, the same guy who only yesterday ejaculated in his bed, me, Snorky, tonight, I won't be a fat virgin.
My breath is short.
So as not to drool on myself again, I swallow my saliva. 
As if she was broken to this exercise, in order to better meet the little pussy, my hand leans by itself palm towards the sky and while I can almost feel the soft wet fabric of her panties, the bitch gives me a violent slap in the nose. 
... For your own safety, avoid answering yes or my hand will inevitably land again in your snout. I'm ready, but Fatso, is this your so-called High School?"
Bitch, I was at two fingers away from putting one finger on her.

Most of the time I don't remember my dreams. I close my eyes and the next time I open them it's morning and I have to get ready for work.

Every now and then though that cycle gets thrown off, I'm not sure what exactly causes it, but sometimes as I'm falling asleep, I'll jolt awake, my heart pounding and eyes wide awake. 

I'm not really sure what causes these feelings of falling but one time I read a really interesting book with a theory about the cause of these abrupt awakenings.

Basically our being usually just floats around in our mind, doing its thing, when all of a sudden it will encounter a step to another space. As your being starts climbing these steps to other locations, each step gets more and more precarious. Becoming so wobbly that you inevitably fall. While falling, you could witness anything from future or past events, other worlds, etc. Usually these memories are erased upon waking up, but sometimes they are left to bounce around our subconscious. 

How do you think the feeling of déjà vu came to be? This can also explain a child's immense imagination. They are more likely to hold on to the scenes they see at night because they are more likely to believe. An average adult may not believe that there is a full civilization underground, but a child would take that thought and build on it, blurring the truth until no one could tell what was originally seen and what was added. 

When I was a kid I wondered if maybe that feeling of free falling was actually me trying to run from something in my dreams, if I had failed to live in my dreams and was forced back to wakefulness.

I’ve decided to try writing!!

This is basically just a place for me to write what I want and hopefully improve my writing, so if you have any criticisms or comments please let me know ! I’d love to write an actual novel in the future!

Also I love to help proofread/ edit novels so if you need help raising your quality of writing, and you like what you’ve read here, leave a comment on my review of this novel so we can get in contact and I can help make your story shine! 

Hope everyone has a great day!

Ps. This used to be called Abnormal Daily Diary but I figured I should change it since I wasn’t even remotely close to daily uploads

Status
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Name: Sasquatch
Title: [none]
Race: monster
Level: 54
Health: 2,000
Mana: 0
Attack: 40 (+25)
M.Attack: 0
Defence: 37
M.Defence: 21
Agility: 10
Luck: 0
Equipment
[(R)big fat club]
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An enlarged version of an ape, hairy and ripped. It's heavy breathing and stubborn earthshaking movement is already scary enough. Not to mention its colossal figure was partly eaten away by the dense tree that encase the area. Only it's daunting bright eyes remains untouched. 

Crack-

The cliche moment of a crunchy twig breaking into two parts. "Crap-" The eyes of the ape slouched towards the origins of a sound. It seems another meal had just fallen in front of its knees. It started to beat its chest mimicking a gorilla, smacking and gibbering. Soon, a once slow shake started to increase rapidly in both speed and intensity. Its friends had arrived. 

1,2,3... 7,8,9,10

A total of 10 brethren arrived at the scene, I wonder how did they make it this far without killing each other? Each looked identical to the previous one (not a racist statement), each holds an identical weapon and an identical face. 

They surrounded their meal. Eyeing closely on their every movement and twitches. They raised their weapons in sync, there was an open space for anyone to attack them in those few but precious seconds (Is this some kind of Metroid game from 1986?), their arms crash down like waves forming fissures on the ground. This makes their attackers(meal) hard to maneuver in this terrain.

Their attackers were just as fierce as them, they did not accidentally stumble here, but instead with the intent to slay them for their juicy loot. Which such horrible reaction time one of them eventually dropped. This causes the rest of the apes to rage. Roaring in rage and doing some kind of illusion trick that makes them multiply in numbers (Bunshin no Jutsu?!). 

They may seem large in numbers but their extra numbers are easily deleted with area of effect magic damage. Not before long, they fall one after another just like the fall of the titans. 

Eddy: (praise) Your detection abilities is superb, to be able to spot a Sasquatch cave with a flick of finger is a miracle.

Emyrs: (his lips curve up an inch) I was just lucky.

Natsumi: (exploded with joy) Look at all this treasure, we are going to be rich!

Sarah: (breaks in) We are on a quest remember? It is not ours to begin with, we should talk about splitting it.

Natsumi: (disappointed) You're no fun, I was enjoying that moment...

Eddy: You guys did the hard work, it is only rightful that it belongs to you guys.

Natsumi: Really?! Thank you, Imagine all the clothes I can buy!

Russell: (at the same time) Really?! All the beautiful wo-

A large fat club slammed down on Russell's head knocking him unconscious.

Alice: (hugs the unproportionally sized club) pervert, die!

Emyrs: (turns away from all the usual chaos) That's very generous of you.

Eddy: (chuckles) I get that a lot. You know, you have very unique team members here. It makes things lively.

Emyrs: It sure does. I always though all teams are like this, I guess not.

Eddy: (casually) Most teams are dead serious all the time. Have you not join a team before this?

Emyrs: I do things alone. I like it that way but I guess this isn't bad either.

Eddy: It must have been tough.

Emyrs: More so mentally... It's getting late. Why don't we rest somewhere near here. The Sasquatch won't be coming back soon.

Eddy: Not a bad idea. I'll set up the fire. Could your team help with the gathering of food and setting up the tents (yes, tents are a thing here)(also include a spell that makes outsiders virtually impossible to find the place they are at [(C)rest zone])

Emyrs: (Nodded) Alright, everyone gather here!

Not before long the kindling was lit and fire started. Smoke raised and hearty stew made. The night was starless but the tents and flame warded the night away. It was a sound and silent night of beautiful dreams. However not everyone was sound asleep, a silhouette slip in the midst of the night to an unshaded area where the weak moonlight was able to reach the sacred land.

Eddy: (laying comfily on the woolly grass) There is no need to be sneaky, I can see you clearly.

Emyrs: I wasn't hiding, there wasn't a need to.

Eddy: (pat a side of the grass, indicating Emyrs to come here) If you say so, what brings you here late at night?

Emyrs: You already know.

Eddy: (laughs) I never knew you are a person you liked to watch an empty night sky.

Emyrs: It's appreciating nature.

Eddy: Right, you know I had always wished to become an adventurer just like you guys?

Emyrs: What made you stop pursuing your dreams?

Eddy: As admiring an adventurer is, I had to follow my father footsteps.

Emyrs: (slightly curious) As?

Eddy: (tease) Make a guess.

Emyrs: (nonchalantly) An intelligent.

Eddy: Close, a political intelligent.

Emyrs: (laid back) Looks like you had other motives when asking us to work for you.

Eddy: No, I told the truth. I needed the silver thorn for my superior.

Emyrs: So it was a side mission.

Eddy: Yeah, that's why I picked your team.

Emyrs: (curious) Aren't you afraid that spilling out all this would lead to bad consequences for you?

Eddy: Is there a point of hiding information to someone who knows more about you than you know more of them? As a trained intelligent, I'm never afraid of consequences, neither good or bad.

Emyrs: Who do you work for?

Eddy: The king.

Emyrs: Aren't you betraying the king then?

Eddy: why?

Emyrs: You just told me your superior without hesitation.

Eddy: It's not like I can hide anything from you.

Emyrs: Fair enough. I'm getting tired, I might as well go to sleep.

Eddy: Aren't you going to banish me? I'm a spy after all.

Emyrs: As long as you don't annoy me, I couldn't careless. (walked towards the shadows before disappearing as unnoticed as he arrived.)

Eddy: (mumble) That's someone you can't mess with. If the king is able to get him to our side, we would be unstoppable in the future.

End...

Emyrs, a 17 year old boy, was summoned into the unknown world called Eceth. He found himself as the last god of the god race and he has been lying dormant since the mysterious end of the era of gods. He sets himself to enjoy the world he is in and that is through traveling and sightseeing the wonders of the world of Eceth. He mets new companions and annoying "flies" on the way. Read how he as a god, travels around the world with his lovely companion and saving people along the way.

This was my first ever novel, therefore it is not be professional but is very flexible.

Hana- Belphgor



I feel a large hand combing through my hair, but no matter what I do, I can not open my eyes. Dreams beckon me onward, as I walk down a dark path, everywhere I look there are doorways. Each doorway holding a memory of my life. I look into one, I'm five years old and I'm staying at one of the first orphanages I had arrived at. I watch as adults and couples come in to speak and play with the children. I try to stay away from the ones that make the air grow cold and my body go clammy. A middle aged couple walks towards me, the women is all smiles and warmth, but her husband has darkness clinging to him and his smiles doesn't reach his eyes. There is a dullness to his eyes, he tries to shake my hand but I make a fist and clutch my hands to my chest. I don't want to feel his coldness. 



He reaches in his pocket for a candy before touching my hand to have me open his palm. I feel the evil in his touch and a memory pops in my mind. 



'I watch as the man holds out candies for a little girl of three. Over joyed at the treat the little girl follows him into a wooded area.' I squeeze my eyes shut and clench my fists harder and my small nails break the skin in my palm. I start crying and then I scream.' 



I pull myself out of the doorway, I hadn't told Lucifer about seeing small memories of people when I was younger. Unfortunately it had been for the people who had done great evil, especially to the innocent. I learned to block that particular trait as I got older, I tried not to touch certain people that gave me the same feeling as those that triggered the memories to flow in. 



"Hana...Hana.....Hana." I can hear a male voice speaking my name, calling me. I come to a doorway that looks different from the ones that my memories are connected to. 



"Hana..." The voice is closer and the door way ahead is marked by transparent lettering. The language is one that I am not familiar with. I tentatively touch it and my hand goes through, I slowly walk through and tingles run across my skin. 



"Hello Hana...." I look up into the eyes of a dark eyed male. He wears the look of someone who could be comfortable anywhere and his hair is slightly mussed as if he just rolled out of bed. 



"Who?" I ask



"My name's Belphegor, welcome to my prison. Well sort of, we are dreaming right now, you and I. You're the first Ive been able to call here. None of my brothers are able to reach me here, but surprisingly you can. Tell me, are you really human?"



Now that's the question of the day. 



Belphegor leads me to an area with cushioned chairs, piles of books are spread everywhere. I sit on one and look around the room. But I can feel his intent stare on my face. 



"You said this was your prison...what do you mean by that?" 



He smiles at me as he answers. 



"Well lets just say that Lucifer and I had a bit of a falling out. Now he refuses to speak to me, so I can't apologize to him. He has me locked away here as punishment. The door is warded in a way that I can not call to my other brothers for help, nor enter into their dreams. But your dreams I can see just fine." 



"Why did he lock you up though? It seems to be more than just a falling out." I can't see Lucifer just locking up his brother over a small disagreement. But then again it isn't like I knew Lucifer all that well. 



"You are here for the exchange program right? You're also human, well supposedly human. Tell me, what's so good about being human? Why should we force coexistence with people that turn on anyone that is different from them. I mean, you yourself have been beaten and abused by the humans around you. I didn't agree with the program for reasons of my own, when I voiced that my brother locked me up. You see Lucifer will do anything to please Lord Diavolo, even lock away one of his siblings." 



I narrow my eyes at Belphegor, though I don't agree with him, I am wary of him. 



"How do you know about anything of my past?"



"I know more about you than you know of yourself. You know sometimes in your unconscious mind you bury your true self, or in your case someone locks the real you inside your mind. You believe that you are something that you are not. In your case, you believe that you are human, but you are so much more than that pitiful existence. Power is buried inside you waiting to be unleashed. You just need to be able to find the means to free yourself from your chains. The process has already started there's no putting the beast back in its cage. When you wake from this dream you will find yourself standing at the edge of the abyss, will you plummet down head first or will you release your wings and fly down? "



"I'll do whatever I have to do to survive, it's what I've always done and what I will always do. So tell me Belphegor what do you want from me? You didn't just call me here for a little chat. You don't know me, you might know about me, but you still dont know me."



"You're a courageous one aren't you? Ok, I'll tell you what I want. I want out of here, but if Lucifer knew that you could speak to me here then in a literal sense all hell would break loose."



"So how am I to help you?"



"Make pacts with my brothers, then maybe Lucifer will listen to you."



"Pacts? You mean like selling my soul? No thanks." Id seen enough scary movies to know that making a pact with a demon meant selling your soul. 



"You're different, it won't be your soul that they ask for. You can give them so much more, you don't know how powerful you are. Just being close to you causes changes in my brothers, even me. Maybe that's why I can call you here so easily. You're a powerhouse, anyone connected to you will grow considerably stronger."



"How do you know all this?" I ask him, Ive never met this person before and as for as any of the others were concerned they thought I was a human. 



"You told me, well the real you showed me. The one caged inside of your mind. The one that is breaking free." 

The real me? Does that mean that the person that I am now will be erased? 



"Don't worry, you won't disappear." I startle slightly and then realize that I was talking out loud. He stands and walks over to me before he squats down in front of me. I sit back in the chair not sure if I liked having him so close. For whatever reason I can not read the person in front of me. Maybe since this was a dream I couldn't feel his real intents and that scared me, but then again I never felt anything negative from the others, even when they stalked me around my room like animals in mating season. I remember Asmodeus kissing me before I had blacked out the first time, all I had felt from him was raw need.



"You don't have to be afraid of me. I might not be fond of humans, but you Hana are different. You I would never hurt, but I really do need your help." He touches my cheek and I feel a zing of energy from our connected skin. He smiles and leans his face toward mine, at that moment I feel like something is tugging on my body, pulling me away. 



"Our times up for today. Remember don't tell anyone we met. Until next time, my beautiful Hana." 



Something tugs at the core of my body and I feel myself crash back into myself and I lurch up on a bed to find myself surrounded by demons and three unknown males. One tanned skin male had been holding my hand before I had sat up almost knocking Beel off the bed.



What the fuck?....

Based on the game Obey Me but is wrote in a way that you don't have to play the game. 

Hana wakes up in a realm not meant for Humans. She has been selected as an exchange student to the Devildom where for the next year she will find herself immersed in the lives of The Seven Brothers. 

They picked her because she was human, but secrets buried in her past comes to life and Hana learns there is more to herself and the realms around her. Who is she? What is she? Her very presence changes the lives of the men that surround her. Could she be the key to coexistence between the races or will her existence threaten those she cares about. 

**Based loosely on the new shall we date game, Obey Me. This does not follow the game story line. I do not own the original characters or any of the accompanying art.**

**smut warning, trigger warning the MC was abused growing up.**



Scarlett's pov

Do you know those stories or fairy tales that people tell others where the moon goddess visits you in your dreams?
All those fantasies that the moon goddess appears in you dream in like the most flawless way ever. A beautiful lady in a dress that is totally a die for and you appear in a beautiful place, everything was so peaceful and perfect. At least that was what Crystal told me.
So............WHY IN THE WORLD IS IT DIFFERENT FOR ME!
Instead of the beautiful place, Crystal talked about, here I am standing in the middle of a living room in my house back in Heaven.
Instead of having a moon goddess aka my mom, dressed in that so called beautiful dress, why in the world is she in jeans and a sweater with her foot propped up on the coffee table. Also, where the hell is MY peacefulness? Instead of that, all I got is some loud music blasting through the speakers.
I think it was The Hills or something...
I just want to say one thing, fairy tales are fake.
Instead of standing there and staring at me, why don't you come and sit down? My mom said looking at me over the couch
I sighed, but plop down beside her, and turned the tv on. What is this stupid show?
Do you know why I visited you in your dreams? mom asked opening a bag of chips and started stuffing her face with them
I scoffed that does not sound creepy at all... I muttered
What was that?
Oh uh nothing, it was nothing mom... so why did you visit again?
She stared at me for a long time, a looong amount of time. And I was seriously starting to be creeped out.
Mom? I waved my hand in front of her
Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital? You know I can bring you there, right? I can drive you in a car or a chariot since we are in Heaven. Or maybe I could fly you there or teleport. Wow, I didn't notice I have a lot of transportation. But seriously, are you okay. You're starting to creep me out. Can you hear me? MOOOOOM!
She put her hand up, officially stopped my rant, and continued to stare at me. Is this really a dream? Because I sure as hell want to wake up.
Ok I got my answer my creepy mother suddenly said, causing me to drop into a pit of confusion. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
What answer? What was the question again?
What answer? Did you even ask me a question?
She chuckled and reached over to ruffle my hair
Still as clueless as ever I swatted her hand away and leaned my elbows on my knees, studying her
What are you talking about?
I just read your soul she said calmly drinking some tea that suddenly appeared out of nowhere
I choked on my own saliva you what!?
My own mother reading my soul. I mean she only did that when she is pairing somebody up. One's soul is the deepest part of you, it hides your greatest desiressecrets without you yourself knowing. It is the most important part of you, shaping whoever you are. Being able to read someone's soul is like knowing everything about them, this helps mom pair people up without a problem.
 Sure sometimes the pairing could have malfunctions, that is because nowadays, mates reject each other a lot, they don't sync with their soul and that causes a lot of problems *coughs* Jax ass *coughs*
Why in the world were you reading mine?
She shrugged calmly just wanted to see what you want
Are you sure you're talking human? Cause I ain't understanding sh*t
She glared at me for my choice of words which I only shrugged back at her.
Let's not talk about this, I came here to warn you about something according to my mom's worried expression, I know that some things are about to go down
What is it? Are you getting a divorce with dad! I yelled
Mom just laughed until her face is red, she shakily wiped her tears and clutched her stomach. I scowled at her and crossed my arms. What is so funny about this, I have the right to worry.
No sweetie, your dad and I aren't getting divorced. I love him so much to divorce him. And why would I divorce him if he is that good in-
EWWW, Mom! I don't need to know the details to what my parents do in their bedroom! my face scrunched up in discomfort and I fell a bile rising to my throat with just thinking about the picture of them in their room. Great! I just had to plant that in my head, now I'm going to have nightmares!
My mom, still laughing finally calmed down after a few minutes before going into her I'm-serious-mode.
We don't have much time to talk Scarlett, your in danger
What do you mean I'm in danger, I know I was just kidnapped, but I can still kick their ass
Mom shook her head Not this time Scarlett, just listen to me. There is something far more dangerous coming. At first, I thought that the pack is in great danger, but what I failed to see is that there is more to this
I look at her confused then what is it?
I can't tell you. It's not because I don't want to but its more of I don't know what it is. That is the scary part, I'm the moon goddess and yet I don't know what kind of danger you're facing, I just suddenly have this feeling that your in trouble
I leaned back shutting off the music, it was getting annoying why don't you ask the Fates? they know everything
I tried honey, but they said that some things are meant to happen and that some things are better to be kept a secret. They also said that some truths would come out when the time is right.
What about Allison?
She isn't in danger, I can feel it. Do you remember that time when I told you about our bond?
I nodded. She was talking about the blood bond, a bond created only by the gods. It is even stronger than a mate bond. In this bond, only the creator can feel it. They could feel the past, present, and future of whoever they bonded with.
Well through our bond, I felt this dread. I never felt that before, and it only happened recently. I'm positive that it has nothing to do with Jaxon marking you. It felt more of like death. With Allison, there was nothing wrong. It was only you
I don't even know what to feel about this. Mom thinks that I'm in danger, or I might even die. Everything is so confusing, I was just kidnapped for god sakes! And now my mom is partially implying that I'm dying?!
Honey, calm down I felt my mom rubbing my back soothingly
Mom, what should I do now! You're a goddess and you don't even know what to do!
I tugged at my hair and breathe in deeply before releasing it. First I was rejected and then force marked, then I just have to be the unluckiest person ever alive to find out that I might have a possibility to die!
Mom's expression gave nothing away and she only continued to rub my back
Scarlett, all you could do now is to trust your mate and to not act on impulse got it?
But mom-
She hugged me tightly, cutting me off Shh, all you have to do is to make the right decisions. Making the right choices leads to right results. You're waking up now, you have to face whatever that comes your way and survive it ok?
 Then everything started to fade away. I watched as mom let go of me and took a step back. I ran forward, reaching up for her but the closer I got the faster it fades
MOM!
Eventually everything disappeared, plummeting me into complete darkness...


I let my tears drop, this will be the last time I will cry for him
    
         He rejected me. He left me here alone to pick up my broken pieces of heart. He left me here to fix my heart. He left me here for his playboy life. He left me here and I will not forgive him.
      
         Standing up I wiped my tears away and I put up my wall of faade before walking out the door. The sight in front of me made my heart dropped.
      
         There, just a few feet away from me is Jaxon kissing Tammy. I turned away to class with a determined face on. 
    
         He will regret it. He will... Watch out Jaxon Daggers I will get my revenge and you will regret ever rejecting me... you will regret rejecting a secret guardian and the moon goddess's daughter.
    ____________________
      
       17yr old twins Scarlett and Allison were sent from heaven to protect a pack. However there is a catch, they have to enter the pack dressed up as nerds.
       
       Add in a whole problem of rogues, jealous bitches, and some stubborn ass werewolves, Allison and Scarlett are in a hell of a ride. Just exactly what could happen?



Until the topic they were trying to avoid was mentioned. Muntaha! The two girls fell silent. One was curious while the other felt nervous. She was used to consulting her sister in everything but this was the first time she had to talk about love with her. 

Rumeysa lowered her gaze as she played with her fingers. Humeyra on the other hand waited patiently. She knew from experience how hard it was to talk about someone you love. 

Eventually, Rumeysa started to talk." I met him for the first time at the park. He sat beside me on the bench but I didn't pay much heed to him. It was my nonchalance which made him talk to me, I believe. 

The moment I heard his voice, it irritated me. I don't know why it did but his voice just lit my temper . I sassed at him and left him on the bench assuming that it was the first and last time I get to see his face. 

If only I knew how wrong I was, I would have avoided sassing at him. Unfortunately, it happened and that was how I became his target. Then after my kidnap, I felt comfortable enough to keep challenging him not knowing that it was what attracted him to me. 

This continued until I had my monthly visitor. You know how painful my periods could be. He took care of me through it all. He fed me, (she smiled), he dressed me and changed my..." she stopped talking,blushing. She felt as if she was relieving the memory as if it was just yesterday. 

Humeyra looked amused as she watched Rumeysa's blushing face and fidgeting hands . "Ahem! " she cleared her throat. Rumeysa got the cue to continue her story. " he took care of all my needs until I was able to do them myself. 

As he took care of me, I got accustomed to his embrace and caress from time to time. I got used to gazing at the stars with him, eating and chatting with him. My initial grudge melted away slowly until there was almost none left. 

The final blow was him taking a bullet for me. Though he told me about his work, all I could see was a man who bled and hurt like everyone else. My heart beat for him then. I swore to protect and love him. 

Yet, whenever I thought of the restrictions put in place by religion, my heart ached not wanting to accept that I wont be able to call him mine. He cemented his name on my heart with all his kindness and care even when he was known and feared as a ruthless mafia boss by his people. What should I do Meyra? How can I be with him?" 

Looking at a confused and love sick Rumeysa, Humeyra recalled how Hamdan rejected her confession the first time she told him about her feelings. She had felt so heartbroken and helpless . Yet , Allah had brought them together and made them a pair. Something she almost gave up on. 

" you know little sister, love needs patience and sacrifices. It doesn't need much to fall in love but it takes a lot to stay in love. In the process, you might lose a lot, make more sacrifices than you have ever made in your life, give up things you love, lose hope and what not. 

It's like fighting an internal war between your heart and mind. One is ruled by what is logical while the other only wants what it wants. We both know that Muntaha is not a Muslim. You know as well that a union between a Muslim woman and a non- Muslim man is prohibited in Islam. This , I do not need to remind you. 

What I can tell you , however, is that as much as your heart craves for him, pray to Allah to make this test easier for you. Have faith that everything will be alright. Don't give up on him. He might be a professional killer but I am no different. No one is too righteous to judge the other. We all have our flaws. It's in our imperfections that we find perfection. 

Make a lot of Dua( supplications) for him and for your self. Remember it is only Allah that guides whom He wills and leads a stray whom he wills. Take heart though. You will get him if Allah wills. " 

Rumeysa listened carefully to her sister and felt relieved. It was true. There was nothing impossible in this world. Every thing is possible at the appointed time. She just had to be patient and prayerful. She thanked Humeyra and left the room . 

Back in her own room, she removed her clothes and went into the bathroom to take a hot shower. As the water cascaded down her body, she closed her eyes and thought of the man who gave her the freedom she deserved even when he was in love with her. 

She pictured his big rough hand caressing every inch of her body. From the crown of her head to the tip of her toes. She recalled his broad chest and the tight hold of his hands on her waist. She let out a moanful cry as she got lost in her fantasy. She missed his presence, his voice and his scent. She missed his care and the warmth in his eyes whenever he looked at her. She missed all of him so much. She sat down naked in the bathroom and cried her heart out. 

"Ya Allah, please make it possible for me to be his!" She prayed silently. She eventually composed herself and left the bathroom to dress up and sleep. As she drifted off to sleep, the last person on her mind was her captor. A smile was evident on her lip as she dreamt of him. What price does one have to pay for love? 

FOOTNOTE. 

Praise be to Allah. 

We ask Allaah to protect us and you from all bad and evil things and to divert from us and from you the plots of the devils among mankind and the jinn, for He is the best of protectors and the Most merciful of those who show mercy. 

With regard to what the sleeper sees in his sleep, it falls into three categories: good dreams which come from Allaah; bad dreams which come from the shaytaan; and what a person is thinking about. 

Good dreams are those in which the sleeper sees good things; they come from Allaah. They may be meant as good news, or warning against evil, or helping and guiding. It is Sunnah to praise Allaah for them and to tell one’s loved ones, but not others, about them. 

Bad dreams are those in which the sleeper sees bad things; they come from the shaytaan. It is Sunnah to seek refuge with Allaah from them and to spit to the left three times, and not to talk about them, but if a person does that it will not harm him. It is also mustahabb to turn onto one’s other side, and to pray two rak’ahs. 

It may be that what one sees is not a dream of either of these two types, rather it stems from what one is thinking about. This is called confused dreams and it stems from events and fears stored in the memory and subconscious, which are replayed during sleep. For example, a man who works in a certain profession and spends all day working in that field, and before he goes to sleep he thinks about it, so he may see things having to do with it in his dream; or one who thinks about someone whom he loves and sees things that have to do with that person. There is no interpretation for these things. 

It was narrated from Abu Hurayrah that the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) said: “Towards the end of time, hardly any dream of a Muslim will be false. The ones who have the truest dreams will be those who are truest in speech. The dream of a Muslim is one of the forty-five parts of Prophethood. Dreams are of three types: a good dream which is glad tidings from Allaah, a dream from the Shaytaan which causes distress, and a dream that comes from what a man is thinking of to himself…” 

Shaykh Ibn ‘Uthaymeen (may Allaah have mercy on him) said: 

The meaning of the words of the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him), “The dreams of the believer are one of the forty-six parts of Prophethood” is that the dreams of the believer come true, because they are like parables that the angel gives to the one who sees them. They may tell of something that is happening or that is going to happen, so it happens in accordance with the dream, so these dreams are like the wahy of Prophethood in that they come true, yet they are different from it. Hence they are one of the forty-six parts of Prophethood. 

Majmoo’ Fataawa al-Shaykh Ibn ‘Uthaymeen (1/327). 

The dreams of the believer are described in the ahaadeeth as “true” and “good” and “from Allaah”. What is meant by “true” is explained in the words of Ibn ‘Uthaymeen quoted above as meaning that they come true. What is meant by “good” is that they bring good news or draw attention to some mistakes that one is not aware of. What is meant by their being “from Allaah” is that they happen by His grace and mercy, or as a warning or glad tidings from Him, or as guidance from Him. 

Bad dreams are described as “causing grief” or being “from the shaytaan.” What is meant by “causing grief” is that they make one sad and cause distress. What is meant by them being “from the Shaytaan” is that they are instilled by him in an effort to cause fear or because of his toying with the sleeper. 

Shaykh Ibn ‘Uthaymeen (may Allaah have mercy on him) said: 

Alarm comes from the shaytaan. The shaytaan depicts to a person in his sleep things that alarm him with regard to himself, his wealth or his family, or in his community, because the shaytaan loves to make the believers sad, as Allaah says: 

“Secret counsels (conspiracies) are only from Shaytaan (Satan), in order that he may cause grief to the believers. But he cannot harm them in the least, except as Allaah permits” 

[al-Mujaadilah 58:10] 

Everything that causes distress to people and upsets them, the shaytaan is eager for it, whether it is when they are awake or asleep, because the shaytaan is an enemy as Allaah says (interpretation of the meaning): 

“Surely, Shaytaan (Satan) is an enemy to you, so take (treat) him as an enemy” 

[Faatir 35:6] 

Majmoo’ Fataawa al-Shaykh Ibn ‘Uthaymeen (1/329). 

The Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) taught us what we should do if a person sees something in his dream that he dislikes and wakes up as a result. It is: spitting dryly to the left, seeking refuge with Allaah from the shaytaan, turning over, praying if one wants, and not telling people about it. 

We should point out an important matter, which is that if a person is righteous and strives to obey Allaah always, he will not be harmed if he sees or is seen (in a dream) in a situation that causes distress, but if he is an evildoer and sinner in his real life, then he will not benefit from seeing himself or being seen in the best state. 

Ibn Muflih said: 

Hishaam ibn Hassaan said: Ibn Sireen was asked about one hundred dreams and he did not give any answer except to say: Fear Allaah and do good whilst you are awake, and whatever you see in your sleep will not harm you. 

Al-Adaab al-Shar’iyyah (3/451). 

And he said: 

Al-Marwadhi said: I brought Ibraaheem al-Humaydi with me to meet Abu ‘Abd-Allaah, and he was a righteous man. He said: My mother saw [in a dream] that such and such happened to you, and she mentioned Paradise. He said: O my brother, the people used to say such things to Sahl ibn Salaamah, and Sahl rebelled and shed blood, and he said: Dreams may bring joy to the believer but they cannot deceive him. 

Al-Adaab al-Shar’iyyah (3/453). 

Conclusion: 

There may be warnings in a dream to the person or to others, of some mistake that they are negligent about, or some sin that they are committing, or of a bad end if they continue as they are, following deviation or misguidance. This cannot be the bad dreams which come from the shaytaan’s plots and efforts to cause grief, rather they come from Allaah by His grace and mercy. So if a person sees something in his dream which indicates that he should alert and warn others, he should do so. The same applies if he sees something that warns and alerts him (i.e., he should pay heed). 

You can warn your relative about a possible plot or evil that is expected, without mentioning who may be behind this plot. If you are worried that something bad may happen, then you should take precautions, and nothing will harm you in sha Allaah, even if what you fear happens. But if what you feared did not happen, and the dream did not come true, no harm will befall you because you did not speak badly of anyone and did not transgress against anyone. 

And Allaah knows best.

Broken hearts and lonely souls, they all were familiar to her. Witnessing the massacre of her entire family was not something anyone could survive. She did.  The world was never merciful to an innocent little girl. Attempted rape and murder, she became well versed with them all. 
Until there was no other option left than to grow up before her age was ripe, She had to protect herself from the cruel world while at the same time plotting to take revenge for her family. 
What should a lonely soul choose between finding someone who can fill the space in her heart, fix the broken pieces of her soul, and take away her nightmares, and revenge for her family?
Humeyra turned her back on the world until cupid struck with the arrow of love. It was love at first sight for a soul that had been an empty shell for more than a decade.
Unfortunately, the world had to interfere: Making it hard for her once more. Hamdan was engaged to marry another. Unreciprocated love, a traumatic past, and complicated health status, could she take it all?

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