Der stalker

Chapter 27

It was heavy but not that heavy, I thought this was a part of training all in helping build my foundation.

Once my task was over, I just sat down below guarding the plants while I drank a young coconut followed by another one cracking it open to scrape out the jelly.

Satisfied, I unconsciously smiled, unaware that someone had their eyes on me.

 A shiny iszu four by four truck arrived, inside sat the tan-skinned man by the name of Mr Hill.

Mr Hill is a man of medium height; around 1.8m, he was slightly overweight but not by much. His built isn’t bad for someone his age. He had short blonde and grey hair, his eyes were pale green with a sharp gaze contrasting with his smiling mouth.

when he spoke his country accent was heavy.

“Lil girl, you father up the hill?” 

I nodded before replying; “He is Mr Hill, he should be down soon just wait a minute,” I turned to run back up to call him–my dad, but he appeared suddenly quickly descending the hill. 

Like that my dad appeared, “Mr Hill, you are on time.” 

Stepping aside, I allowed my dad to stand in front of me.

The two then began to converse like they were the only two present while I stood there waiting for my dad to instruct me further. 

There is no way I’d be presumptuous and pack the plants without being instructed to. 

Been there, done that and definitely don’t want a repeat of the aftermath again. 

Mr Hill: “Farmer… Do you think leaving such a pretty daughter around alone is wise?” 

Dad: “My daughter can defend herself well enough, I did not raise her for nothing.” 

Mr Hill: “Mmm … I suppose, what form is she in now?” 

Dad: “She is in Upper fifth form, this year she will be leaving secondary school.” 

Mr Hill: “Ah, upper fifth, that is good, a smart girl and how many certificates?”

Dad: “last time I had asked her eight, and she will be completing her last four.” 

Mr Hill: “I see great, what grade again?” 

Mr Hill: “Ah…she has six two’s a one and three… Right?” 

I felt amazed, my dad remembered what I had told him. After all, when I did mention before my certificates and levels he had not even acknowledged that he had heard me.

Yet now… He repeated everything perfectly. 

In disbelief, I opened my mouth and replied,  “Yes.”  my voice sounded shaky but it was because I was so moved. 

“Good… Now you are here to collect your first batch of orders right?”

“Yeh, then the next set in two weeks, after I’d like to place another order for five weeks later if that is OK..?” 

“Mmm… Sure.”

My dad said as I looked around trying to ignore what they were saying walking past the vehicle I heard a voice that seemed vaguely familiar.

“Yeh… I’ll open the back.” I paused, turned my head and felt my eyes widen in confusion, really? 

This was a joke right? 

Yet it was not, because the teenager that stepped out looked around nineteen, with features I recognised easily. 

Low hair cut, sword-like brows, medium built encased in a semi-tight V-neck shirt and jogger type pants. 

Rounding everything off, with sneakers from a brand that I could not recognise but was sure they cost a pretty penny by the stitching style alone. 

“It’s been a while, Ella,” he said in a low voice, right, this one. 

This male from this life I had dared to fall for–my fragments had dared to fall for, before we ruthlessly made ourselves forget and leave him be. 

It is just, back then he would never let us leave, for a smaller child how many kisses had this Bastard stolen! 

How many times had we fought only for his excuse to be, ‘Ella, I like you. When we become adults we will be married and be one family.’ 

I would not dare! 

I could not dare! 

From age three to eleven, so long together, only to graduate from primary school going our separate ways. 

How long ago was it since I last saw him?

Long enough.

Could he not stay away?! 

What a stalker, I inwardly sneered at him. 

“Ah… You know my grandson?”  I could not even reply to this Mr Hill, who eagerly asked. Instead, I thought to myself, why could he not run off the road on the way here and save me the trouble?

There I was thinking such negative thoughts while this fool confessed in a cheery tone. 

“Grandfather we attended the same primary school in M parish, from three to eleven,” 

“Ah… This is good, then, Farmer since your daughter has done so well in school so far and they both knew each other for such a long time-“

Alarmed by this, I opened my mouth and cut him off immediately coming up with a reliant excuse to dash this man’s hope away. 

This is the Caribbean, we are on an island called Barbados and in J parish no less! 

He is different from us. We may do business together but was marriage or even getting together so important? 

No way! If my father dared to agree as well, I would go to that old bat and complain! I’m sure she will agree wholeheartedly. 

“Ah excuse me Mr Hill but we have not been in contact for a few ye-” 

“Grandfather, I have met Kruella a few weeks ago.” 

I blinked; my eyes wide like an owl. 

There is a stigma in our country about our kind and their kind… Yet I knew from my past lives that it didn’t matter much here in certain parishes, after all, I had birthed three children for this boy back then and was carrying twins for four months before my death. 

Now that I thought about it a little more, it seemed that I was always pregnant while being married to him. Like seriously, did he have super sperm or something? Each shot hit its target each time. I had like four months break after each child then… Wham-bam-thank you ma’am congratulations!

I tried not to glare at him but I couldn’t help myself. 

Luckily my dad called me, his voice was not too stern but I felt the slight pressure still. 

“Wu Jia.”

“Yes, dad?” 

“Never mind…” while I stared up at him innocently, I was cursing that boy for daring to say such things with my father present. 

How dare he! 

I do

I do

#WritcoPoemPrompt48 —

“Will you marry me?”

His eyes could be said strange to me; long, thin, sooty lashes a girl could envy.

His nose was thin and straight, lips shaped like a bow. Added together, I guess from my perspective he was uniquely beautiful…… Check out complete Poem on Writco by Super_weirdo

Thank you momma…

Every woman embarks on a unique journey to motherhood, and for some, it can be a heart-wrenching experience that leaves them feeling lost and in need of support. The desire to have a child, regardless of any challenges they may face, can be overwhelming, giving rise to numerous questions and uncertainties: What steps can be taken? Where can one seek guidance? What lies ahead?

In our modern society, various options such as surrogacy, IVF, and adoption are available, offering hope and fulfillment to those yearning to become parents. However, for women who undergo the physical and emotional toll of childbirth, a deeper contemplation arises: Is it all truly worthwhile?

Some mothers firmly believe that the journey of motherhood is indeed worth every sacrifice and struggle, while others may find themselves grappling with feelings of resentment or frustration. The process itself can be incredibly challenging, marked by heartburn, paranoia, and a constant state of emotional flux.

As a daughter, I wish to express my heartfelt appreciation and understanding for the highs and lows that mothers experience. To all the mothers out there, both present and future, on behalf of the children yet to be born and those who have already arrived, I want to convey my gratitude, saying, “Thank you, Mom, for the nine months (and more) that you carried me through. Thank you for enduring all the pain and suffering.”

(The title above represents a quote from a song, while the remaining words are my own.)

© Lolipops2marsh

Thank you~

I am a lazy person. I know it’s not something to be proud of, but I have to admit this fact.

Anyway. I want to thank you all for giving me a like and follow or even those who peak. I am grateful. When I started this, like most who are super casual, I was looking for a place to just write my rioting thoughts. I mean, don’t we all right?

So, for those who have noticed and given the likes and follows, once again this small one wishes to bow her head humbly in thanks. Please also enjoy your day/night… And if you are having a bad day. Think positive. It’s not much but still something.

{air kisses and hugs.}

Random thoughts

After completing yet another book, I find myself in deep contemplation. It has become evident that I am in need of an editor to refine my work. In my quest for the perfect editor, I have explored various websites and sought recommendations from trusted individuals. Given that my writing falls within the realm of fantasy, I anticipate encountering certain challenges. For instance, I have created unique words that may not conform to conventional grammar rules. Unfortunately, popular tools such as Grammarly, ProWritingAid, and Docs tend to struggle with these intricacies.

The other sad thing is I am so lazy to read over, that I know is definitely not professional so an editor it is. But the problem is who?

Choosing a site is hard and since I will be using it in the future it has to be decent and affordable ah~.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter for now. I have to use my poor brain to think hard about the next step. Writing a good book next. Yosh!

With corona, yes people, it’s corona again. Anyway, with corona I feel as though since I am unable to travel or go out much besides; gym and Starbucks. Extremely restless, I feel annoyed, lazy and bothered. I want to write but I also want to go out somewhere among people, laugh and joke but feel that the restrictions are quite annoying. Why?

I don’t want to catch corona. Like as a mom I have to take care of myself so that my pumpkin can stay safe and sound. So I have to hold back constantly. Sigh. Anyway, I have written down these thoughts like a diary and will post a chapter soon for DER STALKER.

On another note, I hope everyone is safe and sound out there~

When I grow up 2

Writer’s block is horrible! Ahhhhh! (dramatic acting and stuff…)

Anywho… It has been a while. I took the time to re-read one or two chapters and thought to myself: ‘editing is my enemy!’ but after I need to take a long break and focus on editing. Well, now with a few chapters stocked once again, thankfully. I can publish again. What I had noticed and had been told by a few readers is that I have too many detailed descriptions. So I have stopped looked over and felt that it is not really necessary because it seemed more like I just want to fill the chapter with a bunch of useless words.

Honestly, sometimes being so tired from work or gym I do just publish whatever, but most of the time I’m more like: ‘I want my reads to have a vivid imagination of the situation. I want them to imagine the leads and cannon fodder characters like a movie. I want them to feel the emotion and think of the character as them.’

That is what I think when I am writing. Sadly though I have realised as well, that this book is not most people, cup of tea. She is too quirky. Her thoughts keep derealing and finally reverse harem on the site I am writing on is not popular so yeah, I became blank. I tried to think how I can just continue without drifting too far from how I want the book to further develop.

Anyway, this is the link to the chapter below. A forewarning: it is a paid chapter but you can look at the free chapters and give me your opinion on what you have read so far.

Enjoy~

Quincy secondary school (time skip) https://www.webnovel.com/book/19276491206019005/56613447118420639?utm_campaign=4309444154

An advanced notice

For everyone ready my blog, every book posted is a reverse harem, will contain explicit scenes; both sexual and gore… Violence. So before ready further please proceed with due caution.

Thank you.

When I grow up

After careful consideration, I have been contemplating this for some time now. It’s unfortunate that I lack the motivation to write and correct this nightmare. It’s decent, but I must admit, I’m feeling indifferent about it. I simply don’t want to continue anymore as it requires too much thinking.

Anyway, moving on. “When I Grow Up” was initially written for a WPC event. I feel like the first book, “The Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing,” is almost complete. I can either start working on book two or explore a completely different concept. I must commend authors who dedicate their time to write five hundred-plus chapters effortlessly. I believe I can do it too, but I need a break. I already have the outline, but I tend to forget about it and write as inspiration strikes. Nevertheless, it’s not a big issue. I’ve managed to push through and write over 200k words, which is quite an achievement for someone who usually starts but never finishes a book. I’m proud of myself!

Now, let’s get back to the book I want to promote. “When I Grow Up” is a comedy that features an extremely funny female lead who later becomes domineering. It’s quite obvious considering she has lived for over 100 years and has seen a lot. It also falls under the reverse harem genre, but that’s what I enjoy writing. In this book, the main male lead is the husband, and the rest of the harem consists of his fractured souls. These souls have been separated for so long that they have become their own entities. I’m still undecided whether I’ll have four or seven mates, as I tend to merge and reduce the number of male leads as the story progresses. I’ll make that decision once I reach that point. For now, I’d like to share the synopsis and the link to the first twelve chapters with those who have somehow stumbled upon and read this post. Your comments are highly appreciated!

Here’s a short excerpt:

“I am considering taking out a loan,” I rolled my eyes and thought to myself, ‘What an idiot, but I can help this fool!’
I began my lecture, explaining that it is the duty of the ‘master’ to educate a dedicated ‘servant’.
“A loan from a bank takes around 30 years to pay off, but if you rob a bank, you’re out in 10,”

“Ah…erm…Di’ordi, what’s with your head?”
I felt puzzled by this. I mean, my logic is sound! In prison, you don’t have to worry about food and shelter. I believe my ‘servant’ is capable enough to become a big boss while behind bars.

“Nothing, I robbed a bank a while back, but my accomplice got caught. The fool spent 10 years in prison, but now she’s out and living well.”
Ah, my past life, but she will never know.

“Oh, f*ck!”

“No need to use such vulgar language. I haven’t beaten you to a pulp or anything,”

—

Di’ordi had lived a fulfilling life and died beside the man she loved, surrounded by the men who secretly loved her. Of course, these men had been suppressed for the past hundred years, as they are, in fact, his shattered souls made flesh, weakening him. However, he granted them the boon to stay by her side as her friends. Upon her death, his fractured souls bonded with her wandering soul and followed her to a planet thousands of light-years away, where they were reborn to join her once again. However, things became a bit complicated due to her siblings and other circumstances.

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DIRTY SECRET AH: my bad haters

Broken beauty

As I wrote this chapter, my mind felt clouded and overwhelmed. I resorted to watching gory anime and researching various topics, such as plants, ants, moose, and crocodiles, to spark inspiration. Despite the stress, I managed to write a passable chapter. *Wipes brow*. Recently, I came across a reality check sentence in a Discord group from a fellow author. She spoke about how difficult it is for those who have studied physics, and math, and mastered English to enjoy a sci-fi novel or movie when the science is incorrect. As an adult, I can relate to this sentiment, looking back on shows I loved as a child and cringing at my past ignorance. However, it’s important to remember that fantasy fiction is just that – fiction. While it’s okay to point out mistakes, we shouldn’t bash authors as it can be detrimental to their motivation to continue. (I’m one of those authors who love praises). Negatives are a natural part of life, but let’s focus on the positive and get back to the point.

This chapter is dedicated to characters who unfortunately had to meet their end. It’s a bit of a gory volume, I must say. While it may not be as intense as the upcoming sea arc, it’s definitely up there. The next eight or so chapters promise to be quite interesting. There was even a character who met their demise by being eaten by moose.

Qia this character. She used to be an arrogant girl who was pampered and brainwashed to believe that her only purpose was to be served. Although this was her reality, everything changed when Wu Jie came into her life. If only she had stayed in her lane, her life would have been perfect.

Actually, she wouldn’t have gone through so much pain if she hadn’t crossed paths with the daughter of Lady Darkness and her companions. Nevertheless, here is the latest chapter titled “Broken Beauty.”

A bunch of things strung together…?