Ye Hua, The Celestials Crown Prince is about to lead his Tribe and their allies into a battle of epic proportions. Lives are on the line, and there are no holds barred when it comes to using those lives to protect the whole.
War hardened, Intelligent and Uncompromising, Ye Hua has only known one sure thing in life, that all life is sacred and he will do whatever he has to do, in order to protect them all. Or will love find a way to upend every plan he thought was impenetrable?.
I am making this story up as I go which is actually how I prefer to write, but if you do notice any discrepancies, don't be shy to point them out to me :-)
This is a fan fiction based on the characters from Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms.
This entire story contains characters that do not belong to the original Drama, book or its author. The additional characters , songs, poetry and all plot lines including invented scenarios, visions, magic, dialogue, ideas, creations and descriptions belong solely to me. I do not give permission for all the above mentioned that belongs to me, to be used, sold, altered, borrowed, reproduced, trademarked or copyrighted in any form without my express permission.
Disclaimer!
So, I guess it goes without saying, but for those who need to read it for themselves, then here it is.
The main characters are from the drama series Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms, I do not own any part of their characters, the storyline of the drama or the drama itself, the rest is a complete figment of my imagination. Any similarity to a real person or event, is purely coincidental.
[edited version of Doctor for the Mafia]
Ila Archer was a doctor working at one of the best hospitals in New York. She loses her license and ability to practice due to, as punishment, taking full responsibility for the 'walking patient' incident.
After a full month, Ila runs into the 'walking patient'. Knowing her situation caused by his actions, he offers a once in a lifetime opportunity.
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"Look, you're a doctor-" He started.
"Was." I corrected. "I was a doctor."
"You can still be," he said, running his fingers through his dark hair. "Look, you can work for us, and I'll pay triple the amount you were earning at that lousy hospital."
"Us?' I asked. Who was he? How exactly does he plan on paying me triple?
He grabbed my wrist and pulled me inwards. My face inches away from his chest. With his free hand, he was gently tucking my hair behind my ear. His breath tickled my ear as he whispered two words that sent shivers down my back.
"The Mafia."