The 6th photobook. Look up to my profile if you curious about the other previous photobook.. (ง°▼°)ง(っ'▽')っ ♥ NONE of the photos inside are mine, they belong to the respective owner, fanbase, fanclub, and any other social media. Enjoy naa ('︶')(〜￣▽￣)〜 Made March 11,2020 Publish March 26,2020

[Completed novella: Imperial Monarchy- starting from chapter 63 where the mafia king ended.] A/N: besties, if u choose to read this story, know that this story is being edited, read at your own risk! I warned you! --------------------------------------- i had to look up at him since he was so close to me. i backed up hitting the wall, his body pressed on mine. "you want to know why i get all worked up when i see other guys around you? do you want to know why i get so angry when you treat other guys so innocently?" i nodded my head he groaned & ran a hand through his hair "you really are clueless aren't you!" when i didn't reply he spoke again "because you make me feel things aurora! i cant control myself! every time i see another guy around you i want to rip them to shreds!" he yelled "why on earth would you feel things?! you don't even like me Leo!" i retorted "I DO!" --------------------------------- an angel meets a devil. They both were so different yet so similar. In the end they both learned the same lesson; that Love is a strength not a weakness. this story is set in a Dystopian era Where Mafias, Gangs & Mobs gained control over everything. They flipped the world upside down creating their own system. the only way to survive is to abide by their rules. Aurora Amherst. a 21 year old girl. Kind, compassionate and has a strange sense of humor. Enjoys hacking for fun. isn't scared to speak her mind. Leonidas Gambino. Leader of the Sicilian Italian Mafia; the strongest mafia on this earth. He is brutal, violent and without an ounce of mercy in his body. He is the description of the devil. He controls everything from the down low. what happens when she hacks into his Mafia's system "accidently"? This is their story. ~TW: contains dumbass M.C Very toxic, bipolar but hot love interest lastly, fights with google translate Note: there's no smutt (this story is PG)

18+ only for violence and strong sexual situations When Keaton Pravit saves Zhao Huang his entire life takes a course for the beautiful and horrifying. Thrust into a world of demons and acts of seemingly random violence all threads in a web of lies and death touching every part of society. Zhao Huang, a hybrid of human and demon ancestry is searching for the cause of what he once thought was senseless acts of violence. As he wanders the city of Avalon's criminal underworld he learns of a new drug known as "Hysteria" and it's link to the violence. Created by mixing demonic blood with opioids, the drug creates an intense euphoric high. But it also induces a cannibalistic hunger that can only be sated by consuming human flesh. The closer he comes to the truth behind the drug and the violence the farther he goes towards losing his humanity. Keaton Pravit, a once hired assassin for the White Lotus Syndicate now a courier for the criminal underworld. Traverses the city of Avalon trying to regain a sense of self after a personal unspeakable horror. When he see's Zhao about to kill himself he saves his life. The two make a deal for Zhao to give life one week show him it is worth living. The two meet again By chance and become friends. But as they exist in each other's lives, they hide their secrets well. Together the two of them search for an answer to what it is to exist. But every action they commit pulls at the web bringing the spider out of hiding. It's presence alone begins to shake the foundation of civilization. Will their lives be enough to save anyone, if they can't even save themselves.

For the latest chapters please visit: https://megajivetranslations.wordpress.com Legend has it that when a brave warrior slaughters a fearsome and lofty dragon, and rescue a precious gem from the possession of the dragon, taking it out of his treasure trove - out of a swamp or a cave - is the most righteous and laudable thing to do.
If only the gem could talk.
If only the gem has the ability to think carefully.
Perhaps it just wants to stay by the dragon's side.
The swamp may stink, the cave may be eternally dark, the dragon guarding it may be ugly, violent, and ferocious. And the entire world hates it.
For the gem however, it is the only place for it, it is the warmest place to stay in.
The gem is Xiao Chen, and the fearsome dragon is Lu Feng.

FOR THE LATEST CHAPTERS PLEASE VISIT megajivetranslations.wordpress.com A visually impaired fortune teller who had set up stall at the entrance of the alleyway once told me, "Your love life is destined to be tragically entangled with a man, and it will not come to a good end." My payment to him was a half-drank soda can stuffed into his hands. I walked away with an air of indignation. "Hey, you haven't paid!" His yelling was still audible from a few blocks away. Are you for real, you could not even tell if your customer is a man or a woman, what fortune can you possibly tell? Count yourself lucky I did not thrash your stall. Sitting here at the train station, with my cheeks swelling into the size of a pig's head, disheveled clothes, both hands empty, I recalled the words of the fortune teller. I regret not paying my dues and a bit more to him. It is a pity before today, I have been living the life of a fool. Not only did I not redeem myself from being involved with a man, I did not discern that I will never come to a good end........ ~ My story is dedicated to everyone who have entered my life, those who stayed and those who left. One of my favorite poet said: "There is a story, the one and only story that deserves to be told in its entirety." To me, this is exactly what I need to tell. ~

For the latest chapters please visit: https://megajivetranslations.wordpress.com I have always thought that Lu Feng is just a little bull-headed, a little lacking in virtuous speech, a little more domineering and a little willful, but ultimately a man with warm veins flowing out of a warm heart. A love that blossomed when I was merely fourteen, I have once dared hope that it will last a lifetime, but the brutal truth is that happiness are just moments in life you wish you can freeze. It is not eternal. The cruel hands of fate can strike you at your most vulnerable to leave your life derailed from the path you painstakingly built. No amount of love can alter the fact that it is gone. When we reconciled at forty, I can no longer find a trace of shadow from the past. If there is an expiration period for love, how long is it? And when love appears once again, would we have the courage to embrace it?