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Unaware of the storm Chiean Hwa entered the house of Yang Shizu. Hey everyone it's me Xiao Hua a.k.a. LilFlower and I'm back with another interesting chapter. Hope you guys like the chapter. Do shower your love and keep on supporting. Lots of Love from LilFlowe

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Maid-chan: "Hello, I am a Maid-chan, an automatic message reply program that is developed by Ryunosuke Akasaka. Please take care of me in the future." Monica felt that this guy was so lazy that he asked an artificial intelligence to reply to a message for him, but then, he realized something... "Chihiro-nee, this message..." Monica, of course, remembered who Akasaka Ryunosuke was, but he needed to confirm his identity. "Oh, that's maid-chan." Chihiro gulped a beer and said, "Ryunosuke is a genius programmer and Maid-chan is a program that is developed by him. Usually, the text messages we receive on our phones are forwarded by Maid-chan."

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Several wolves sat clustered at the long table, plates half-filled, low chatter moving between them. I paused near the entrance. They noticed. Of course they did. And for a moment, neither one of them approached me. For a moment it was as if they were debating on whether or not to tell me to come and join them. I did not want to intrude, but also I knew that starving myself was not going to do me any good and eating in the bedroom was also not an option. One woman with pale blonde hair and sharp eyes met my gaze head-on, then turned back to the others and whispered something. Soft laughter followed. The kind that wasn’t meant to be kind.

This is perhaps, a prologue about the secret of my partner who hasn’t acknowledged me yet— Kuroyuki Shiroha. Also a very slight reveal of my mysterious background. ’Once registered, your ID will be set as ‘Anonymous #2207’. Is that okay?′ Yes. WELCOME TO KUROYUKI SHIROHA`S FANCLUB~!!! Kuroyuki Shiroha (黒雪 白羽) Race: Human

About the Author Nethaniah Miesha (Author's pen name) is an eighteen year old college student who's been fond of written literature and novels since her childhood. Even though she's been a fan of writing stories, she couldn't find the motivation to finish a story until 'What is Love?'. She believes that her writing has a purpose and that she's writing for a reason.

“My brother keeping you here is absolutely inhumane, you should strike!” “Anabelle,” I groaned, shaking my head before turning to Lillian. “Have a good night, Lillian.” “You too,Mr Stone,” She mumbled and walked away. “Now, tell me what made you so excited tonight,” I turned to Anabelle, interested in her story. “I went to see Kimura Hashira.” I frowned, confused as hell. “Am I supposed to know who that is?” “Ugh, do you know anyone else aside from those on the Forbes list?”

"Don't.It is alright.Just want to tell you that do not waste your tears over certain douchebags" "Well ,thank you for the handkerchief.I will wash it and return it to you". "It is alright,you can keep it", I said with a smile. We sat staring at each other awkwardly till she dropped her eyes with a little laugh. "Did not even introduce myself,My name is Anaiah.",she said . "Hi Anaiah,I am Hayes",I replied with a crooked smile. "Which year are you in?",she asked . "Second year.How about you?".

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.