Y/N L/N, a boy died in the outside world, but luckily, God chose you to be revive in Gensokyo. Now, this story is about his new life in Gensokyo.

It's always Luce and Kaden- inseparable best friends. Where you see one, the other is following close behind. And despite any problems in their relationship, they end up at each other's side again. Every time she needed him, whether it be serious or slightly exaggerated, he was there. When you've gone through so much with somebody, it's only natural for one of them to develop feelings and wonder: Will they forever be just "best friends"? But there's more than a tiny bump in their friendship to worry about. In fact, it's more of a five foot eight, annoyingly gorgeous bump, otherwise known as Kaden's new girlfriend. So what the hell is Luce going to do now? Rankings- #1 in #shortstory (February 18, 2021) #14 in #gorgeous #8 in (March 5, 2020) #118 in #lovable #163 in #beautiful #47 in #highschoolsweethearts #16 in #cutelove (November 27, 2018) #13 in #glow #321 in #highschool I do not own the picture!! It has a water mark that says "Daniel Kim photography". I just found it off of google and edited it... if you own it don't hesitate to message me ❗️

PHANTASM SERIES BOOK 4 --- Gladius, (noun): (in ancient Rome) a short sword. --- Eret perked up as soon as you and Simon walked into the room, a wide and welcoming smile coming onto his face. He was softer looking than his father had been, but you could still see some of the similar traits. He had a head of thick dark curls, and the same sharp jaw that his father had had. He wasn't as bulky though - he was tall and thin - and his face was a lot more open. What separated him most from his father's likeness though was the colorful cape, and the large mirrored glasses he wore - swirling with colors reflected from the room. He stood from his seat when Maven let the doors swing shut behind her, that wide smile still on his face. "You must be the embassy." "And you must be King Eret." You said, stooping into a bow. "Oh, there's no need for that." Eret said as you rose from your bow. He stepped down from the dias where his throne sat - colorful cape trailing behind him - and came to stand in front of you, taking your hand instead. "I'm not really one for formalities." He grinned, shaking your hand. His palm was warm against yours, and you could feel some slight callouses - most likely from practicing his sword work.