Alperosa

Emma Huang's life is a series of misfortunes, and seemingly an endless downward spiral. Once a rich heiress, she now makes cocktails in a night club. When her boss offers to make her a kept woman, she really seems to have hit rock bottom. 

After a strange encounter, she starts to have frequent and weird dreams. They are so vivid that she could almost believe them to be her own experiences. She knows that this can't be, but maybe they are memories from a previous life?

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WARNING: CONTAINS SOME SMUT AND EXPLICIT CONTENT! ALSO SOME DESCRIPTIONS OF VIOLENCE AND ABUSE.
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This is my original story.

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I am writing as a hobby, therefore I'm sorry if I can't always update very regularly, but the more views and feedback I get the more it motivates me!

There might be some twists and turns in the story, but I'm writing with a specific end point in mind, and most of the plot is already planned out. But I can definitely promise that there are no endless misunderstandings in this novel, also no "sex" which is actually abuse or rape.

Whitefire

Hearing Emma's shout, the woman rose to her feet. Her wrinkled middle-aged face split into a wide grin upon seeing Emma running towards her. 


"Still running around like a child," she said in a lame attempt at sounding stern.


"I'm just so happy to see you!" Emma said laughingly. "It's been a long time since I last saw you."


"That's your own fault for not coming to visit more often." Auntie Sun pinched her cheek.


"Ouch, alright I'll remember to visit more often." Emma pouted. 


"Don't you go acting cute around me, young lady. I can see right through you."


Emma laughed again. The casual banter with Auntie Sun felt especially good due to the emotional turmoil of the last few days. For the first time in several days she felt like herself again. 


Growing up, Emma had to walk on tiptoe around her father and deal with her scheming siblings, which meant that she quickly learnt to tone down her personality, even at home. Auntie Sun was the only one she could be herself with, and the two had developed a close bond. 


A couple of years ago, when Auntie Sun's health no longer allowed her to stay in the employ of the Huang family, Emma was the one who helped her find this cottage to live in. Emma was sure that if it wasn't for this kind woman, her natural cheerful and cheeky personality would not have survived until now. 


Taking the old house keeper by surprise, Emma suddenly wrapped her in a tight hug. Unexpectedly, she felt her eyes starting to tear up. The last few days must have affected her more deeply than she thought, or it could be that in Auntie Sun's presence she could finally express the emotions she had kept pent up inside.


Auntie Sun noticed that something was wrong, but didn't immediately press Emma to talk about it. Instead she allowed herself to be hugged and stroked the girl's back in a gentle manner. 


Sniffing, and a bit embarrassed, Emma drew back and searched for something to say. Then she remembered the bag of vegetables still in her hand.


"Look what I brought! Nice and fresh vegetables from Old Madam Li" she said, waving it happily in front of Auntie Sun.


Auntie Sun was worried, but recognised Emma's rapid change to bubbling positivity, as a sign that she didn't want to talk about whatever was bothering her just yet. Therefore Auntie Sun let the matter go for now and She smiled warmly back at Emma. Taking the bag from her, Auntie Sun reached out and patted Emma's head affectionately, ruffling her bangs.


"It's nice to have you here, my dear." 


She decided to put the questions she was burning to ask aside from now, and trust that Emma would tell her about it later. But she was troubled by the way Emma was acting. 


Auntie Sun thought she was probably one of the few people in this world that truly understood Emma. Scarred by her past experiences, growing up with an unloving father and a mother who abandoned her, Emma was hesitant about showing weakness and slow to trust people. Her uncertainty about the other people's motivation often made her withdrawn and distant. 


This meant that people often misunderstood Emma and thought her cold or unfeeling, which could not be farther from the truth. Auntie Sun knew that Emma was a warmhearted person, who felt things very deeply. And also that if her experiences had been different, she would be have the confidence to be her happy self more often around other people as well. 


As they headed towards the cottage they chatted in a relaxed manner about various minor things. Emma talked about the progress she was making in her studies and Auntie Sun about her plans for the garden this year. They sat in the sunshine enjoying a pot of tea as they chatted, breathing in the crisp spring air.
