How can you lose something you never have? When your own mother poisons you to gain pity from others, how should you feel? Why was I, the youngest, being married off? How could I care about something that was never mine? 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".

2ND BOOK

Eight years after the Great War, the world is now ruled by four kingdoms. On the surface, there is peace and prosperity. However, nothing is ever what it really seems. Each Emperor seeks power. Each ruler is searching for the key to winning over the others. Each one is looking for the unknown legendary strategist. Oh? And who am I? Don't mind me. I'm just a simple peasant girl. Why would I ever get involved in such boring matters? * * * * * Note: This is my own work, not a translation. Enjoy! (Thank you to MissNoir11 for the awesome cover!)

[[Book 2 (FINAL book) of "One Lifetime is Never Enough"]] "I would have waited for you forever." The lament of a faraway voice that she had missed - that she had been longing to answer to - echoed in her mind. "But, you are no longer here." The despairing sigh was a muted murmur - clawing at her, begging for her to respond. But she was there, here, wherever the voice was. But then again, she might as well was not. She could no longer see, could no longer reach him. The voice sounded so near, but it was also as far as another world she could no longer be in. Nevertheless, she could still feel, in the darkness that was cradling her non-existence; the agony she felt in her non-beating heart, in her dormant soul, it was all due to her longing. For the owner of the voice. For him. The voice kept begging in agony - tormenting her, tormenting himself. And she could not do anything. "Please wait for me." "Please remember me." "Why... why can't I see you?" "Won't you wait for me?" ----------------- For you, I will wait for eternity. This time, I will wait. This time, it is my turn to wait. So please, please just let me find you. Please, be there when I find you. Please, tell me that you are still mine. That I still exist, perhaps not in your memory, but etched in your very soul. Like you have been deeply engraved in mine, lingering like a beautiful illness I will gladly bear and succumb to. Because, I will search to all corners of this world, and wait until the end of days. For you. Because, this world will always be wretched without you. And then, I will always, forever, bloom. For you. -----------------

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".

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 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".

Born with unparalleled beauty and strength, Xingxie was originally a virtuous and benevolent woman. However, because of her soft hearted and forgiving nature, others took advantage of her. Her father was only using her to get a better position. Her mother was too busy doting on her half-siblings and never cared about her. Her stepmother was the one who helped her see the truth. After being pushed off a cliff the day of her wedding, Xingxie finally realizes that she was too much of a pushover. Having lost her precious little brother and stepmother, Xingxie vows to avenge them should she be reborn. After returning to her sixteen years old self, Xingxie will not tolerate anyone who poses a threat to her future and the people she loves. Join Wu Xingxie on her journey of revenge against vile people while finding love amongst multiple men. *** Suitor 1: Wife, tonight is our wedding night, why won't you smile? Xingxie: I am your wife in name only. Don't get any wrong ideas. Suitor 2: Wife, you deserve the best in the world! Xingxie: Thanks for reminding me the obvious. Suitor 3: Wife, let's have a baby. Xingxie: Sure, in your dreams we can. *** An original story by me. Do not steal and copy. Highest Ranking: #1 in Historical Fiction (Love you guys!)

What do you do when you're the daughter of the Demon Master? Run away, of course! Hidden within the largest city of the world, Vulean City, Meya Country. Tucked away from the main roads and in a small dead end street is a hidden pearl of a restaurant that only seats ten people at a time. With it's ridiculous pricing for the dishes, it only brings in the rich, the famous, and the known. With it's qi infused decor and dishes, of course those partons would have to bow down to it's owner and chef! Baozhai Restaurant is run by a petite beauty. A beauty that everyone calls a calamitous star. A beauty that can ruin a man and collapse a city. But here, she's known as the fierce Chef Sya who'll ruin your face if you get on her nerves. "You feed this Duke with food that has now reach this Duke's heart!" Ju Long announced. "You must take responsibility for this Duke!" "Tsk. Then I suggest you starve!" Sya retorted back to him. "Wife~~~~~." Ju Long whined. "Who here is your wife?" Sya said looking around the empty restaurant. "She must be a ghost. I'll set out an extra bowl at dinner so she won't be a starving ghost."