Goku Healed

Allena was sucked inside a mirror and ended up in a strange world where humans reside alongside different kinds of good and bad demons. She meets and frees a half-human-half wolf demon who was sealed inside a sacred blue fire cage, fifty years ago by the brother of his lover to get his powerful fang jewel. Linux, a half-wolf demon and half-human were free again. Upon seeing Allena's face which resembles his ex-lover whose brother was responsible for sealing him for so long, he mistook her for his ex-lover and attack her. He tries to kill her to get revenge for what her brother, Sirus, did to him but for some reason, he couldn't hurt her no matter how much he tried to. Linux decides to find the brother of his ex-lover to get revenge with the help of Allena when he learns that she's not his ex-lover in exchange for helping her to go back into her world once he gets back his fang jewel. While searching for Sirus, Linux and Allena alongside their newfound friends fight evil forces of demons who are hindering them to find Sirus. Facing death so many times, Allena and Linux gradually fall in love with each other. But Linux ex-lover, Sabina, suddenly appears and sways his heart once again. Which woman he should choose to be with? His ex-lover Sabina whom he couldn't forget and he vows that he will protect her no matter what happens or Allena, the cheerful and pure soul woman from another world who enter and healed his wounded heart? How about Allena? Will she go back to her world and never come back or stay in that strange world and fight for her love for Linux? Is there a happy ending for the three of them?

I loved eating cakes. My dad would bring me one every day after work, and my mom bought a full set of oven and baking tools, patiently learning how to bake them for me. I once thought I was the happiest little princess in the world until the day my parents divorced. The person who came to pick up my dad turned out to be the bakery owner. My mom turned to me, growling, "This is all your fault! If you hadn't asked for cakes every day, your dad never would've cheated!" She stretched out her hands, covered in burn scars, and screamed hysterically, "I slaved away making cakes for you, and these hands have never healed since. What did you do? You both think the stuff from outside is so much better!" She grabbed a baking sheet and smacked me hard with it. I bit my lip, not daring to make a sound. That night, she brought home a little girl. Ignoring the pain all over my body, I begged for her forgiveness. "Mom, I'm sorry. Please don't throw me away. I swear I'll never eat another cake!" She slapped me across the face, but that wasn't enough to quench her anger. She tossed me into the big oven. "I'm not your mom! You love cakes so much? Stay in there and reflect on what you've done! You and your worthless dad both deserve to die!" After she slammed the door and stormed out, the little girl skipped over to the oven, grinning smugly as she hit the switch. "From now on, your mom is gonna be mine!" The oven kicked on, and the temperature began to rise. I smiled bitterly. At least this way, my mom could finally be happy.

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"