Born the inferior omega, orphaned very young, JeonJa turned himself into a cold, heartless monster whose only goal is to reach the top of the world.

But things start to change after he meets a stranger with pink hair, one who JeonJa couldn't afford to forget. And that is the turning point for him.

As he falls into a well set prophesied trap, one that is bigger than imagined and runs deep, with him being the key.

“Only when things are the most final and definite, is when destiny has set its plans into action.

Althea is a woman of pure innocents with a heart of gold.  Is this will be her downfall or better yet her rise to a happily ever after.

Jade is the type of woman, who gets what she desire.

What happened when their paths cross......

Althea is a woman of pure innocents with a heart of gold.  Is this will be her downfall or better yet her rise to a happily ever after.

Jade on the other hand is the type of woman, who gets what she desires.

What happened when their paths cross......

A story about a girl (Christina) who comes from a spiritual family.Her mom ceases being her spiritual host when she is very young thus meaning she has to survive on her own. But things aren't like the way they seem... she finds another person.. a complete stranger who is willing to take up that responsibility.. How will things turn out? Will the stranger manage to protect and fight for her? Will Christine find the answers to her questions?... 

Click the read button and you won't regret it.

Tsuna wakes up with dread pooling deep inside his gut for the second time that day. He's tired because the little outing he made in the middle of the night and then the two hours he spent awake, drinking tea, and just talking with Huo-san who seemed to not want to sleep just yet. He obviously needed some sort of distraction so Tsuna ended up telling him a heavily edited version of what happened in the bar the day before.
Huo-san is such a nice person to not mock him for all the flailing he did.
"A strong mind will help you to not lose your cool. I could teach you a martial art style; they're good for you."
"Eh… I think I would need to train my body first and that would take a lot of time."
"You do have a weak body. A surprisingly high pain tolerance and resistance, but a weak and pitiful body all the same," Huo-san admitted with a sage-like nod as if the words weren't insulting. "Let's start with some meditation, then."
… Huo-san is still a nice person. A bit blunt and thoughtless, but nice, unlike their meditation sessions. Tsuna doesn't know where Huo-san got that stick, because he's sure as heck he didn't have it when Tsuna was checking him for injuries, but apparently it's used on his shoulders whenever his mind is not as empty as it should be. How Huo-san knows he's thinking of something when his eyes are closed and his posture is relaxed, Tsuna doesn't know. He only hopes he doesn't get to meet any more sadistic mind readers.
But at least that explains what he's doing laying on his couch. His last memory is of him closing his eyes and trying to meditate, after all. He probably fell asleep and Huo-san put him to bed. The blanket is a clear giveaway, too. Though it makes him wonder where Huo-san slept. He expands his senses and feels him near, so that means he hasn't—
Oh.
That's why the dread has set in then.
"We know you're awake," Stranger-san says suddenly. Tsuna 'eeps', cutting all his chances of pretending to be asleep to nothing.
He doesn't look over his shoulder as he sits up; he wants to drag it out as much as he can. Then slowly, so very slowly, he turns around, the blanket falling to his lap.
Huo-san and Stranger-san are sitting at his table, three similar portions of food in front of them. One wearing a pleasant, if a bit strained smile, while the other is almost emotionless, only a hint of annoyance showing. Considering they're both a Storm and a Sun respectively; it's a bit funny how their expressions don't match their flames.
"You never mentioned you knew such a famous person," Huo-san starts.
"I didn't?" he asks back, honestly confused. Though maybe that just means his survival instinct exists as he doesn't think talking about each other would go well. His intuition even agrees with—"Wait." He turns to Stranger-san. "You're famous?"
"Are you really surprised?"
Tsuna tilts his head and looks at Stranger-san intently. "It explains the�� suits," he says, though he really meant to say 'ego'. By the glare he receives, Stranger-san probably read his mind.
He's actually a bit surprised he hasn't been shot. Stranger-san likes to do that.
"So you didn't know he was a famous hitman?"
He shakes his head, but the lack of surprise in his expression may explain the smug look Stranger-san throws at Huo-san. He has the suspicion there was a discussion going on before he woke up about their jobs.
"He needed a place to take a bullet out of him and he chose mine—"
"His lights were on."
"—and how I was in the middle of making coffee, I invited him to have some. Then he kept returning for more."
Huo-san narrows his eyes. "And you didn't find it suspicious?"
"I met you while you were fighting five men. There was a pile of unconscious bodies surrounding you."
"Touché," Huo-san says with a smile, not even bothering to look chagrined.
Tsuna turns to Stranger-san. "And there was a shooting going on. I couldn't sleep. Excuse me for having the light of my lamp on while making coffee."
"There was a shooting going on," Stranger-san repeats as if that's enough counter-argument.
(It is, but he's not going to give him the satisfaction of being right.)
"Just try to not meet any more dangerous people, please."
Stranger-san snorts. "Too late. There's someone stalking his job."
"The hotel or the bar?" Huo-san asks with narrowed eyes because of course he also knows.
"Oh. He didn't tell you?"
"Put the smug smirk away, Stranger-san, I was worried about other things and I kinda… forgot. Sorry, Huo-san."
Huo-san chuckles amusedly. "Stranger-san?"
"He's unimaginative."
"I'm not," he grumbles but then remembers how his other alias is the name he gave his animal box, and how unoriginal it was even back when he named the small flame lion. Tsuna covers his head with the blanket, his only consolation being that at least he's not as bad at naming things as Hibari-san and Gokudera are. Were? Will be?
"Perhaps we should go back to the topic of the stalker?"
A soft aroma makes him lookup. Huo-san is standing in front of him with a cup of tea between his hands. Tsuna receives the cup with a smile before he mutters thanks and takes a sip.
Huo-san motions the kettle on the table. "I hope it doesn't bother you I made some tea."
"It's no problem," he says before turning to the other person sitting at the table, taking notice in the lack of a cup in front of him. He glances between the kettle and Stranger-san. "The tea is very good. Not as bitter as you would—"
"Make me an espresso."
"Damn it."
"Don't curse. Be quick so I can lecture you about going out in the middle of the night and letting suspicious people stay in your apartment."
"How did you—No, it doesn't matter." Tsuna stands up and throws the blanket on the couch. "It's my apartment and I can decide what to do with it!" he says, but his outburst falls flat when he turns around to fold the blanket. He glances at Huo-san over his shoulder. "Sorry."
"It's okay, Ozora."
Tsuna looks back at the task at hand when he feels himself blushing. It's weird to hear Huo-san speaking Italian and it's even weirder to hear him not using suffixes when using his name. "Um. What happened with the 'kun', Huo-san?"
"I'm speaking Italian now, Ozora. Italian doesn't use suffixes. You should try it, too."
He quickly shakes his head. He already tried it with the people at the bar and the results were embarrassing on his part. Damn it, he fits the Asian stereotype of demure to a T. He'll have to fix that, but he'd prefer to practice alone first.
"Cute," Stranger-san drawls, sarcastically. "Now, my expresso?"
"While I'm sure you came early because you were worried—" Here Stranger-san snorts at Huo-san's words. "—that doesn't excuse being so demanding with Ozora. You can prepare your own coffee, can't you?"
The temperature in the room lowers as they try to stare each other down. The sight is quite nostalgic, but Tsuna has seen it enough times to know he needs to step in before furniture starts breaking. So with a sigh, he stands up. "It's okay, Huo-san. I need some coffee myself if I want to function later for work and Stranger-san gets all the more impossible to deal with without a cup. You can start eating if you want."
"About that…" Huo-san starts, eyeing the food in front of him curiously. "I didn't question it before because I thought you always cooked it, but how…?"
"It was already there when I came and it's still warm," Stranger-san quips.
Their eyes no longer hold hostility and it's easier to breathe now, but Tsuna can't quite count it as a win considering the change of topic. He takes another sip of warm tea, glancing at the steamed rice, miso soup, and grilled fish that that morning breakfast consists of. Unlike his own and Huo-san's orange and red chopsticks, Stranger-san's seems to have a yellow set in front of him.
"A, um, 'friend' likes to make me breakfast," he says, hoping the word 'friend' hadn't come out resigned.
Huo-san raises an eyebrow at him. "I didn't feel anyone coming, aside from mister hitman here."
"A sneaky friend."
Stranger-san keeps looking dubiously at the food. Tsuna doesn't know if it is because he doesn't know who cooked it or merely because he's Italian and Italians are weirdos who don't eat breakfast right and function on a coffee-only diet.
"A sneaky chef friend." And because he is sure the food isn't poisoned, he adds, "You should try it. It's a Japanese-style breakfast."
"Why breakfast?" Huo-san asks, already eating. He's probably of the mind 'Ate already and it hasn't done anything, so why stop?'
Scratching his cheek, he says a bit embarrassed, "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day?"
Stranger-san gives him a faintly incredulous raise of the eyebrow but tries it anyway after Tsuna starts eating. Then he proceeds to inform the others what's going on in the hotel, not mentioning the Mist flames because of Stranger-san's presence, though he makes a mental note to tell Huo-san about it later.
"I wish I could check if it's something serious, but…"
Huo-san has another job, Tsuna knows. He mentioned it to him yesterday. It's not going to be anything too gruesome but he can't skip it if he doesn't want people on his tail. The Triads are harsh like that, apparently. Huo-san has a reason but that doesn't stop him from looking like a kicked puppy. Or as much as a kicked puppy as he can look. His eyebrows barely frown and his smile dims a little.
"I'll do it quickly," he assures him after long seconds of his weird sulking going on. He turns to Stranger-san as if expecting him to offer, too. His gaze darkens when he continues eating his food.
"He'll do it fine alone," is what he finally says, placing both chopsticks on his plate. Then he pulls a newspaper out from who knows where and starts reading.
By the time he's changed and ready to head to his job, Tsuna is almost afraid to leave them alone in his apartment. He hopes they don't end up destroying his things.
- x -

Time-Travel. Tsuna is thrown into a time he's unfamiliar with, in a country he can barely speak the language. But it's his choice, so with only determination and his Hyper-Intuition to keep him moving forward, he'll complete his mission while trying to not lose all. Of course, that doesn't mean trouble won't find him; things are never easy when fate loves to screw with one.
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Mostly adventure. It takes a while for the romance to start.
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You can contact me on my tumblr: flight-orfight.tumblr.com

Chapter 32: That just got weird.
“Where are you going?” the fat man asked when Sloan tried to walk to the stockroom.
Slowly, Sloan turned around and grinned at being told to halt. Who did this guy think he was? The stranger sounded like he was the king-of-the-world or something.
“I’m not making drinks, so I’m going to refill napkins.” Sloan held in his laugher as his eyes took in the counter. His amusement wavered when he spotted the cash. The man didn’t pick up his drink or the money. That was a lot of bills to leave on the counter, and he wasn’t even watching it. “You should put that money away.”
The fat man ignored his suggestion and waved to the menu board on the wall. “What drink is complex?”
“Nothing is complex.” Sloan glanced at the items. “But with the strawberry banana smoothies, I have to cut up the banana.”
“Excellent.” The fat man nodded, and again, his jowls flopped. “I will have five of those. You will stay here now. You will keep talking to me.”
Sloan scratched his whiskers. That was a dick move, but maybe kind of a compliment too. He shrugged and began to make smoothies. He was at work, and he guessed that if the guy could pay for it, what did he care?
“I like your hair.” The fat man watched him as Sloan grabbed the cutting board 
“It’s color in a bottle.”
“I want you.” The fat man scanned the room and then looked back at Sloan. 
“You want me to…?” Sloan set the first smoothie next to the other drink and the little stack of money. He waited for the rest of the sentence. Maybe he changed his mind about ordering all those drinks for no other reason than to talk to Sloan.
“I want you.” The fat man raised his chin and looked at Sloan like he didn’t speak English. “I have decided.”
“Oh.” Sloan cleared his throat. That was flattering, kind of, but not only was he not interested, but he was also pretty sure he needed to take a break from sex and relationships altogether. “That’s cool, but no.” He paused. What should he say? I’m not into old guys I have known for a total of ten minutes? Sloan eyed the stranger. The man had to be in his sixties. He looked like he was accustomed to getting what he wanted. 
“No?” The old man appeared traumatized.
Yeah, the stranger was surprised that the word 'no' existed. He probably got whatever he wanted all the time. Sloan thought about lying and saying he didn’t do men, but that wasn’t his style. It was no. This guy needed to deal.
“The answer is no.” Sloan returned to making another smoothy since the stranger didn’t change his order. “I’m not into you.”
There was silence and then finally the old man cleared his throat.
“Into me?”
“Yeah.” Sloan set down the second smoothie and then started making the next drink. “Not into you.”
“Is it my gender? I am aware that can be a problem here.”
“No. I like guys. It’s just that I’m not attracted to you.”
“Attracted. How I look matters?” The way the fat man said it had Sloan annoyed. It wasn’t that he was an utterly shallow asshole. It was simply that Sloan wasn’t into old balding sixty-year-olds he’d talked to for five minutes. 
“Another dick move,” Sloan muttered as he set the next smoothie on the counter. “Here’s the thing, I’m not into older men or bald guys or bears or whatever you are. I don’t do dudes that I just met and...”
“Do not tell me what you do not want.” The fat guy waved in a regal gesture. “Tell me what you do want.”
“What I want?” Sloan stopped chopping a banana. What did he want? Funny. He’d never really thought about it. “I’m looking for a man who knows what he wants and isn’t afraid to tell the world he’s with me. And he should be fit enough to keep up with me. I like to do things like lifting or boxing.” Sloan’s mind went to Reese. His ex-boyfriend used to be so healthy before the wife and kids and his spiral of depression. Now the man looked nothing like the high school football player he liked to bang in secret. “I want a guy who knows what I’m worth and who I am and what I can be...” Pausing, Sloan shook his head at that stupid word vomit. “The thing is...”
“I have no idea what you are saying.” The fat man shook his head back and forth and exhaled slowly.
“Neither do I.” Sloan chuckled at his fucked-up head and then set the fourth smoothie on the counter. He stared into green eyes. “How about if I say that I want a man with smoking six-pack abs, long hair, and a smile that makes me want to suck him off? How’s that?”
“You would be…” the stranger paused. “What is the words… into that person?”
“Sure.” Sloan chuckled. “Why not?”
“Do you have an image?”
That question surprised Sloan. He expected the guy to be annoyed at his description and his term suck him off. He figured he would upset the rich dude into taking his drinks and leaving in a huff. Instead, the man asked for an image. What the hell? If he wanted a painted picture, Sloan didn’t care. This was all bullshit anyway.
“Let’s go with…” Sloan paused and grinned. “A man with the body of Channing Tatum from Magic Mike and a smile like Zach Effron.” Sloan laughed to himself at the cheesy description. “Oh, and he should have a cock that’s eight inches or bigger, and he knows how to use it.”
Sloan held up a banana as a visual and winked. If his boss were here, he would be fired for having this conversation at work, but what the hell, the rich guy asked.
“Cock? He must own a male chicken?”
“No.” Sloan laughed, drawing the attention of JP and Elijah at the table. He started on the last smoothie and glanced over his shoulder. “Some words in English mean two different things. You can look up that one. Try porn.”
“What are you discussing?” The redhead came to the counter and stood next to the fat man. “My exalted ruler,” he whispered. “We should go.”
Sloan got the last drink on the counter. He pretended he didn’t hear the title of the exalted ruler. What kind of institute did they work for anyway?
“Fine.” The green-eyed stranger nodded at Sloan like he was dismissed. Maybe ruler was a nickname because this guy acted like he was the head of the stick-up-your-ass department. There was a tiny part of Sloan that wanted to see this guy let loose.
“If you gotta go, I’ll get you a total for the drinks.” Sloan motioned to the cash register. 
“Here.” The fat man pulled out a hundred-dollar bill for each of the drinks. Neatly, he set the bills next to the cups until five hundred was on the counter in a row. Sloan stared.
“I need to get your change.” Sloan stared at the money. He looked at the little stack of forgotten cash next to the first drink. He could’ve used that. 
“No.” The fat man started for the exit. “I want none of it. You know what I want. I want you.” With that, he walked out of the coffee shop. The redhead followed.
Sloan rubbed his whiskers. Did the guy just try to buy him? He wasn’t like that. Or… was that simply someone with no idea how money worked in the real world. 
Scooping up the cash, Sloan put all the money needed to pay for the drinks into the register. The rest he shoved into his pocket. Whatever just happened didn’t matter. What he needed to do was pay rent.

Beyond Earth, there is an alien species known as the Dagerstanteens. These mighty warriors are wise, strong, and powerful. Unfortunately, they're dying out slowly. Just as the royal family accepts that they will be the last, a new hope arises. Humans. As each of these aliens discovers love, humans will sacrifice much, and both worlds will change forever.
This story contains graphic sex, violence, non-consent, and erotic scenes with tentacles. 18+

The Alien Love Series is created by C.M. Moore, an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author.




"What's taking you so long Fei'er," Zhenzhen said from her seat in front of the changing room. 

They had been shopping since lunch well mostly Fei'er who seems to have gone on a shopping spree. it would seem that she missed the shops in B city. 

 Since Bai Zhenzhen hasn't gotten any work for years She didn't bother wearing a disguise she never got recognized but Fei'er did. 

"it doesn't fit Zhenzhen, the zip can't go any further," Fei'er said from the dressing room. 

 "Hey, Fei'er it can't be that you added some weight now can it. wow, you're something. Other people lose weight when they go on tour but in your case, the reverse is the case" She flashed a smile to the salesgirl standing next to her who seem to stiffen a laugh. 

"ok I give up, wow that was tight" she walked out of the dressing room and handed the gown over to the salesgirl. 

who accepted the gown with a smile and walked away from most definitely to return it to its original position. 

Still smiling Shen Fei'er turned over to the second sales girl standing at her left and said: "please can I get it at the size at a bigger size thank you". The Salesgirl nodded and walked away. 

 "seeing as that dog manager of yours isn't breathing down your back you most definitely haven't informed him of the role elder brother got you," She said accepting the iced coffee Bai Zhenzhen handed over to her. 

"I don't intend to not until I've signed the contract. I don't trust him since he always gives out my roles to other artists" 

"Zhenzhen has finally gotten smarter as meaning I guess once bitten twice shy you've been following me all through the shops you still haven't gotten anything haha. Not to worry I'll help you choose a gown my treat now your phone is acting hard to look the part" 

 Fei'er stood and walked over to a rack of clothes, Sorting through the man picking out a bright yellow gown followed by a red-coloured gown 

 "This looks good but I don't know which one looks better so why don't you try them both out and we decide which is better. It will be my treat" 

"you don't need to do this. these gowns are pretty expensive. I haven't been out publicly for while so I doubt anybody will notice if I repeat a few clothes" 

"they won't but I will. Zhenzhen with the way things are going I have a feeling things areas finally turning around in your favour So go try out the gowns. Now all that remains as some heels to go with the gowns, these will do" 

She picked out two pairs of shoes and handed the gowns and shoes over to her. Before turning her around pushed her towards the dressing room. 

A few minutes later Bai Zhenzhen walked out dressed in a yellow knee-length checkered gown. 

 "wow you look so pretty" Fei'er covered her open mouth with her hands. 

 Bai Zhenzhen always looked pretty in everything she wore. She hadn't gotten any work for two years now so Zhenzhen didn't bother dressing up nicely so seeing her looking so cheerful and pretty really brought real tears to her eyes. 

Zhenzhen walked over to the mirror to see such a beautiful girl. She felt so giddy, it had been a while since she dressed up. She had gotten so used to dressing casually forgot what it felt like to be all dressed up. 

 "go try out the other gown," Fei'er said after taking a picture of her in the gown. 

 Zhenzhen went back into the dressing room and after removing the Yellow gown, tried on the other one. 

After getting dressed she walked out of the gown dressed in a boat neck pepper red figure-hugging short gown and pepper red pencil heels. Which left them all speechless. 

 "Okey we're buying them both and the gown" Fei'er raised their phone and began snapping some photos. 

They checked out after Zhenzhen took off the clothes and put on her clothes. They were headed to a restaurant around the corner when Shen Fei'er was approached by her fans. 

While Fei'er attended to her fans signing autographs and taking pictures. Zhenzhen began looking around when the jewellery set on display caught her attention. 

 She was so focused on the jewellery set that she didn't notice that she had walked closer and was bent over looking through the display. 

"Do you like this piece?" a melodic male voice said pulling her back to reality. 

She stiffened and stood turning to face the stranger with the melodic voice. 

"Am sorry to startle you, it's just seemed so enthralled by this piece" the Stranger isn't that much of a stranger considering that they had already met said. 

"Oh, ou a," She said smiling shyly. 

 "We meet again, how have you been I hope you haven't been knocking into anyone else," He said catching her eyes. 

He truly looked very Angelic, like he was sculpted from the glass. Even his eye sparkle. She thought smiling sheepishly. 

"He never thought he would meet his delicate Swan princess again and in front of his Friends shop at that. 

He had fallen deeply in love with her when they first met and had been disappointed not to have talked to her back then. it was a good thing that he'd finally remedied that or so he thought when his assistant Xiaobo ran up to him and said. 

 "Madam is waiting upstairs for you sir". 

"You seem busy, I'll let you go," Zhenzhen said walking quickly away. 

"wait f," he said but she was too far away to hear him. "Until we meet again Bai Zhenzhen" He followed his assistant away walking up the mall. 

"Who was the tall handsome man you were talking to? Fei'er said as she got closer. 

"His back was turned to you how could you possibly tell that he was handsome," Zhenzhen said sceptically. 

 " His back view is handsome, plus he feels handsome to me. Thanks though for proving me right" Fei'er said smiling and wagging her eyebrows. 

 sighing in Exasperation She said "Let's go" dragging Fei'er forward. 

"So who is the Handsome stranger that has you blushing," Fei'er said as Zhenzhen dragged her forward by her hand ignoring her, She was just feeling gossipy.

Bai Zhenzhen is a seventeen-tier artist from a fifth-grade talent agency ABC Entertainment that hasn't been able to get work since she got into the Entertainment industry. 

She was about to give up and go back to her hometown when she met Zhou Jianyu the CEO of Phoenix Entertainment.

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