Munchkin_2

Have you ever wondered about unpredictable life? 
One minute everything is so good and then suddenly the next minute everything just turns around… 

Anya Owen faced such times thrice in her life due to one person. Twice she survived and started leading a happy life with her darling son. 

But could she survive the jeopardy he was going to cause again in her life? 

Alvin Matthews, the most mysterious man in the city. Nobody knows where he is, what is up to, or what he does. Some even doubt if he is alive or dead. 

Could he stop himself from falling for the little feisty woman? 

Well, he never stops himself. But he doubted if he would get killed by the stone-hearted woman before he could soften her heart. 

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Excerpt: 

Alvin watched Anya politely speaking with the butler. He leaned back on the armchair and crossed his legs, intently watching the soft smiles appearing on the delicate face.

“Hey, Little Chipmunk, why is your mother good to all but me?” He asked shifting his eyes on the little man who was crossing his little legs playing a video game on his mobile.

A sly smirk appeared on Zane’s face. He carelessly threw his words, “That’s what you deserve, Chipmunk Monster.”
 
Alvin: “...”

Alvin has to rack his brain to appease Little Monster... Correction, Little Master and his Devil… The second Correction, his Queen.

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This is an original story.

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His Devious Rule

Anya dozed off thinking about doing the work after waking up. But her eyes jerked open when she felt a soft caress on her cheek.

Alvin was kneeling in front of her. His confused eyes were replaced with gentleness. Anya almost doubted if she was dreaming. Because Alvin didn't have the keys to the main door, he only knew the pin to the gates.

Feeling the warmth of his palm, she sat up and looked around, "How did you enter inside!?" Her grogginess in her tone had a hint of delight.

Alvin turned to the floor-to-ceiling window that wasn't locked before. He would have pressed on the calling bell if he hadn't seen through the glass wall that she was sleeping on the couch.

Anya hadn't checked the windows when she dozed off. Turning back to him, she asked in confusion, "Why are you here?"

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