Yoon devoted her whole life to protect the daughter of the man who saved her from a life on the streets. Little did she know, the nobleman's daughter was a little princess, Hayoon, who one day will become the ruler of Kang. In order to stabilize the borders with the neighboring country to bring peace to her country, Yoon followed Hayoon to Great Yong to request an alliance in the name of marriage. They encountered many danger during the trip and barely survived to Great Yong and with time won the favor of Great Yong's Emperor. Little did Yoon expect, that the country Hayoon and her were painstakingly trying to protect would cruelly abandon them like dogs after the end of the hunt and even intent to kill them.

"I hate you" She hissed with trembling lips, her body drenched by the rain. The coldness stole the lively colour of her lips and replaced it with a shade of dark purple, but even in this state she was stunning. He stepped closer, the distance between them narrowed to near nothing. Seeing her dressed in the long white robe with long hair gracefully falling was different from when he thought she was a mere male guard. He remained silent, simply looking at the girl who didn't fail to show her hatred through the dark beautiful eyes. If looks could kill, he wouldn't be able to reincarnate. "Hating me for killing them or because I didn't follow your demand?" He was close, to the point she felt his warmth despite the drizzling rain. "Or because I didn't died?" ORIGINAL STORY PREVIOUS TITLE 'THE EMPEROR'

[A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY AND ON THE WATTY'S 2018 LONGLIST] "As if I'm dreaming, his lips touch mine. It's awkward, with my head turned to the side and his beside mine, but when his hand comes up to hold my jaw, it becomes all too easy to kiss him back." Cover: @MuriLexa Copyright © 2019 by Sooaura

My name is Calla Lind. Ever since my reawakening, I have live my life the way I wanted. I was able to be Calla, meet people as Calla, and have people see me as Calla. I had thought to let go of the past and be free of it. Now I know, letting go also means moving on. This is a continuation of the CALLA. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: BOOK 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

My name is Calla Lind. For 20 years, I have lived within the shadow of my beautiful older sister - chasing and holding onto an illusion of love. A love that will never belong to me... Now with this second chance of life, I won't chase after illusion. I won't rely on someone else for happiness. I will do what I want, enjoy what I do, and learn to let go. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Would you like to play a game? The rules are simple... you just have to get someone to fall in love you, devote himself to you, and care for you until the end of his days. Think it's easy? Confident you'll win? Let's see how well you play the game. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: story contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

2 years is short... 2 years is long... Days pass like years. Years continues on for eternity. Do you still remember the promise? This is a continuation of the Rebirth of Fa Wei Lan. WARNING! Viewer discretion advised: Volume 2 contains adult content that is unsuitable for children. NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

My father is the leader of one of the world's most notorious families, an Italian mafia family that is. It was passed down to him from my grandpa months before I was born and The Matteo family have been up on top, running things in New York City for years now. My best friend, Iridiana, her dad, he just so happens to be my father's second in command, his right hand man. And I just so happened to be madly in love with his daughter. I wasn't supposed to fall in love with her. I'm supposed to be her protector, her guardian, I guess I took that to a whole different meaning. Both her father and mine have warned me to stay away from her, to not cross any boundaries and start creating problems within the faction. At the end of the day my dad's second in command will put his daughter above everything else and I definitely don't want to be the reason why their friendship gets strained. I'm trying to keep my distance because I know I can't have her, but I want her so bad. After all, I am my father's son, I am a Matteo, and we're used to getting what we want, even if I have to go against my own father and hers.

The rise of an empire. The start of it all. The Matteo legacy.