After a rebirth, Ye Jiajia had gone from star to lady of the Sus - Yes, yes, she was rich, she was pretty, and she had begun a little revenge, and a struggle with her old rivals. As the saying goes, she is shameless with Fu Han, and the reborn Ye Jia Jia waved her hand: "What kind of joke is this? I am so rich." The good days of the daughters of rich families came, money, cheating, fighting with the enemy, and fighting with their fiancé. Life was too good. Cheng Qing: "Miss Su is so beautiful, you must have had a lot of injections on your face." Sue was right: "You're laughing so hard, you've just had your injection, haven't you?" "What's the use of having money when Miss Su can't control her fiancé?" Sue leaned back in her chair. "How many old men have you hit on to make you feel superior?" Fu Han, who was called Old Man in the corner, gritted his teeth. "Good." Sue was right:. ".."

Three million in exchange for the rebirth of an orphanage, plus a life, was enough for Jiang Xiying. The cold, unemotional king of commerce, who had stolen a child with impure motives, but who had played a good hand, who had been a pair of twins, and had left behind a daughter, who had been biased? "I heard that he was defeated by a woman?" When he heard this, Qiao Zhe narrowed his eyes and threatened him: "Mrs. Qiao is on the bus and won't be able to get a ticket. I heard that she was having a baby with another man, so she used the same trick again and wants me to take over?"

The child pouted and said, "Don't mess with me, I have class tomorrow.

In Highschool there is a caste system of sorts. At the top there are Vampires, then there are Werewulfs, and then, the Demons. At the bottom though, are the half-bloods. The ones that come as a result of two species eloping. The ones that are outcasts and disgraces to the species they claim as their own, cursed to be forever claimed by the contents of their blood. Ethan is a half-blood, and pretty unhappily so. He never had a problem with his upbringing, only the things that come with it. Oliver is a werewulf, popular and well, full blooded. A full blood with a hatred for those who have no control over their blood. How these two come together? That's a can of worms no one wants to open. ______ This is a test story, I have never written any non-fanfiction stories in a serious manner so forgive me it is not as good as it could be! It's not meant to be a long story so it may be kind of fast paced!