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What would you do for your family? The one you lost and the one you're making both of them are dear to you. Will you try and take revenge which means putting your new family in danger? Or will you forget your real family, the one you have always wanted to keep safe but failed miserably? "I'm surprised you haven't grown out fangs, princess," he said, a toothy smirk on his face that I've been trying not to punch keeping in mind I need him. "Do not call me princess!" "Why, do not like the names I give you, huh angel?" "I am not a princess, princesses get their work done for them. Me? I do my own work and make my own rules."

"I see the fire in you, my lady. Saw it the first day you walked these streets." "I beg your pardon?" Saera approached the woman, intrigued. She glanced around, but Jin was deep in conversation with another man. "Your spirit," the old woman clarified. She tapped her chest with a knowing air."The young lord is water. Nourishing, soothing, flexible. Gentle for the most part, but persistent enough to carve through even the hardest of rocks." She turned the finger on Saera. "You are all fire, lady. You fight for what you love, for what you believe in. You seek to grow tall, to become accomplished. Full of vitality. Rare to see that in a woman." She fixed Saera with a toothy smile. A wave of dread washed over Saera, cold pressing deep into her bones. "Fire and water, they're polar opposites… how can they ever be compatible?" The old woman's smile widened. Saera has fought against arranged marriage for years, and agrees to it on one condition: that the tradition end with her. Just as she sets out to meet the man she will marry, a messenger brings news: her betrothed has cancelled the engagement, and she has no choice but to marry the younger brother whom she knows nothing about. What happened to her initial engagement? Can she find happiness in marriage to a stranger?

Nakamura Aoi is a 22 year old woman constantly avoiding her parent's attempts at trying to match make her marriage. She wants marriage but her sexual preference doesn't allow her. Unbeknownst to her family, she hides away her true desires and drinks away her sorrows every night. Until one night, her parents burst into her apartment and witness her at her most embarrassing moment. At this moment, she runs out of her apartment and in a drunken stupor, while arguing with her parents, walks too close to the bridge's railing and ultimately disappears from her parent's eyes. The next thing she knows, she wakes up coughing up water on the shore of a beach next to an unknown port town in a world she doesn't recognize. At this point, she meets the 17 year old, Arunika, crouching over her smiling a toothy grin like her name implies. Early morning sunlight. Follow their tale as Aoi discovers love in this seemingly peaceful world filled with wonders and danger alike. ~~~~~~~~~~ (The title comes from the combination of meanings of the two female leads. Aoi referring to the color blue in Japanese and Arunika taken with the Sanskrit meaning of 'early morning sunlight') ~~~~~~~~~~ Cover was from internet, not taking credit. If owner of content sees and wants me to remove the cover I will do so.

When I came to, there was a gray shadow looming over me. Except for his piercing red eyes and toothy grin, all I saw was a cloud of smoke vaguely resembling the figure of a man. We just stared at each other for what I felt was an eternity. The occasional nod and grin gave me hope that he won't kill me... at least not yet. Not that it matters. I know what I did and I'm fully prepared for the consequences. I relaxed when he finally looked away, only to shudder when began to speak. "If I ask you what the strongest human emotion is, what would you answer. Fear, desire, or something else entirely?" "Why ask me this?" "Don't play dumb. I'm sure you already know why." I'm not playing, I am dumb. "Only a guess. This is different from I imagine." He shrugged and began to slowly walk towards a door I never noticed that was there. "You're special. Come. Your "friends" are waiting. It's time to serve you your gifts." "...and my punishments."

A very strong sweet scent of something like vanilla and strawberry hit me as I stood on the entrance of the cell. I scrunched up my nose. The delta unlocked the door and am greeted with a pleasant and disturbing sight at once. A very beautiful woman was sitting, tied to a chair in the middle of the room. I couldn't really see her face, because she hung her head low, letting her hair hide it. I just knew.... Just felt it. The sweet scent was coming from her the whole time. "Mate...mate...mate!!" The word kept ringing in my head. My heartbeat rose to very fast  and loud pace. My initially protuded fangs and claws were now retracted, as I took slow steps towards my mate, trying not to startle her. My deltas must have gotten the wrong person. Suddenly, she whipped her face up in a motion that made me flinch. I blinked furiously, as I was no longer looking at my "mate" A menacing and horrible looking old man was glaring back at me, with an unbelievable amount of hatred and disgust in his eyes. I blinked hard and scrunched up my nose as a horrible smell hit me. A warlock... thought they were all dead. The three deltas behind me suddenly snarled and rushed forward, ready to attack. I gave a warning growl. " Nice to see you again... Beta." The warlock gave a toothy grin......

Everything that she could remember was that she had dropped dead and fell face first at the grand staircase that she was descending. Cause of death? unknown She thought she will be going straight to the reincarnation pool at the heavens, but who would have thought that she had already used up her 10 lifetimes, and each life ended with her suddenly dying at the same age of 25. And each time, she would have no idea how she died. Aggrieved, wronged, and unwilling! Who wouldn't be? On her quest to discovering the reasons for her sudden deaths, she found herself at the Afterlife's front desk, given a task by the crazy woman in bright yellow lipstick. "If you manage to finish this certain task you will be given clues as to how and what caused your death," the woman said and went back to puckering her lips and putting on her lipstick. Although she was annoyed, she silently left and embarked on a journey. Risking her safety, picking up demons, angels, beasts, and alike during her quest. After finishing her quest, she went back to the crazy woman and found her putting on lipsticks, but this time she is using neon green. INSANE! "Oh, its the unfortunate soul" the woman uttered. "I finished the tasks" "Hmm, Welcome to the afterlife and congratulations for leveling up as a Prophet, now go back and look at the administration's office, pick up missions and level, if you get lucky, you will become a Goddess." WHAT?! Where the hell is the clues? How did she die? Why? "My clues? What the-" "You will know once you have enough authority, level up first" Afterlife is a scam! what peaceful life? they are just forcing her to take up missions, risk safety, battle monsters, and every time she plans to run away from everything, a hot walking statue would forcefully bring her back, give her armors and things she would need for her mission. This is slavery! All I ever wanted was to know why I died?! Amidst her suffering, A scary and handsome war God dressed as a fox-like cat and deliberately taunts her and seduce her. "Afterlife is boring, amuse me" "no" "I'm bored, dance for me" "no" "hey there unfortunate soul, why don't you try to die, maybe there is an after-afterlife to the afterlife" the man then gave her a toothy grin and when she was about to throw the map she is holding to him, he turned into a furry fox-cat and taunted her by flicking his fluffy and long tails to her face. "WHY DON'T YOU JUST DISAPPEAR?!" irritated, she pulled her hair and grunted. ... After thousands of years doing missions, leveling up, fighting monsters and kinds of stuff, she finally became a Goddess, excited as to finally, she could take a rest. "Go to these worlds, do tasks, save planets, conquer tribes, build things and etc. Do something, earn respect from the undead, and gather believers among the living." "When will this end?" exhausted, she slumped on the table and felt the urge to cry. "Move!" someone, please help me. \ \(TT__TT)/ /

“Nate, come here please.. I thought you’d draw me a big heart!” Claret sulked after Nate walked out of the room without telling her but of course she’d notice! “I thought you said you’d do everything for me..” This almost four year old Claret cried over being left alone in the room now. A big room always makes her heart pound faster every time. But the sound of the door unlocking made her whip her head up just a few seconds later. Nate entered with water colors and colored pens. “Wow! Those are amazing and many!” Claret exclaims. Long forgotten her sulking. “Wouldn’t it be nice Claret that I’d paint your heart with a lot of colors, see?” Nate had that airy in between word spoken sound as he is having a two front broken teeth. To which Claret giggled on. “Oh, Nate, I’d love that but you have to repair your broken teeth first so you’d be my handsome prince!” Claret spoke and then giggled. “I’d repair my teeth and I’d repair your heart too, you’ll see.” Said Nate with so much conviction that made Claret once again giggle because of his toothy speech. “But you see, I don’t want to be a prince! I want to be a doctor and save everyone’s life. I think that includes you too.” Nate retorted as convinced as ever be and even pointed Claret by the end of his sentence for emphasis. By this time, Nate went to his mother who was talking to Claret’s mother amusingly as the two witnessed that sweet exchanges of their children and also, to fetch Claret. His friend, Claret, no longer attentive to anyone as she’s now very busy coloring her heart with the colored pens he just brought with him right back. “Mom, why does Claret always want me to be a prince? I want to be a doctor and save everyone!” Nate toothily complained to his mother which took her and Claret’s mother by surprise and sooner amused. His mom then went down on foot to his level and assured, “Don’t worry, son, you can be a doctor and still be a prince all at once.” “Really?” Amazed at his mother’s statement, Nate’s eyes went wide. Julie, Claret’s mother spoke this time, “Really, Nate.” “I’d love that!” Said Nate in glee and ran back to Claret who was now coloring a different heart. After all, Nate is still Nate who’d do everything in his power to repair and restore Claret’s failing heart.