Remember that no matter what happens, never put down all your cards on the table. Life is a gamble, but never bet too much when the gain is too little. When daddy's gone, never tell anyone your real name. Never let anyone see your mark. You're my precious Ace, I want you to live a normal life. If daddy dies, seek for them. The Seven Jokers. "Hey! Kid! 'You still alive?" Those fragments of memories and the grumpy voice of that scar faced man were the start of my memories. That was roughly about five years ago. Book cover by: SRB

Dearil's boring soul-collecting job turns his existence upside down when he mistakenly knocks on the wrong door. He is supposed to reap someone else's life but he finds Zab instead. When the mean grim reaper falls for a crazy lost soul, can their otherworldly relationship even stand a chance? *** After being "cursed" and thrown out of heaven, Dearil lived as a mean, hot-headed grim reaper. He didn't care about the people and grim reapers around him, his patience always running thin. But when he mistakenly knocked on Zab's door, thinking that he's supposed to reap her soul, his boring existence turned upside down. Zab wasn't supposed to see him and this piqued his interest. With tension growing and feelings brewing, could a grim reaper have a shot of a happy ending with a lost soul who had been eluding death countless times? Disclaimer: This story is written in Taglish. Cover Design by Rayne Mariano.