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Picture this . You're a poet, one that lives off of buttered croissants and hot coffee and whose life consists of visiting places scattered all over the globe with the money you inherited from your rich grandpa who died a few years back. At some point, you did hit your peak with the best seller poetry collection you wrote a while ago that was especially glorified amongst your famous rich friends (which was why it got famous in the first place). But now, you're experiencing your very first "writer's block" and are incapable of mustering even a drop of creativity for your next book. Finding yourself in this frustrating state, you decide to visit new places in hopes or rekindling the flame of your imagination. But to no avail. The emerald green carpets of grass in Switzerland couldn't paint any image in your mind. Nor did the bright sunsets of the Sahara desert illuminate some plan in that brain of yours. That's how you found yourself disappointed and slightly depressed back in one of the antique infested mansions of your grandpa by the county side. Nothing to do besides ride Pegasus, the Dutch warmblood or play fetch with Sphinx, your grandpa's pet tiger. Of course there was always the library that did nothing but remind you of your failures and the grand ballroom that made you feel ever more alone. But little did you know that the rooms weren't only holding hunting trophies and Vermeers. They also held the key to unlock that sweet idea you were seeking all along. Behind the powdered wallpapers and the golden mirrors was a door. But not any kind of door. It was a portal that led to another realm. Once you cross that threshold , inspiration won't be the only thing you'll be unlocking. A new world full of blooming miracles, mysteries unearthing themselves from their graves to you and secrets as this eery world's currency. But wherever adventure shines, danger lurks. Will the cost be worth the sacrifices you make ? What's your next move poet ?…

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Lexy, lived what we'd call a normal life. Supporting parents, annoying brother, amazing friends and pretty good grades in high school. She was going to graduate in a few months and all seemed to be going well. Until the middle of the school year, when the school made a shocking announcement; the government was looking for volunteers to test their superhero "drinks". They assured everyone that they had no side effects apart from the possibility of gaining superpowers and also winning a substantial amount of money. Of course, Lexy, struggling to save money for her college tuition, couldn't help but feel like this was an opportunity for her. And besides, what's the worse that could happen? On the other side of town, where houses were grander, security was tighter and money was flowing faster, lived Pierce Holmes. He also was in his last year of high school, living a strict life that consisted of abiding to his single father's every rule in exchange for a bit of peace of mind and freedom. And why all this rigidity, you ask? It's life in the spotlight. Every intricate detail mattered when your father is the Maire of the entire town and everyone's judgmental gaze was fixated on you. But something happened. An order from above came to his father. They were to make teens, the people of tomorrow, that were in all of the town's high schools, take a genetically altering " drink". According to them, it had no serious consequences. All they had to do was come down to the lab, take it and see if you end up getting superpowers. This was Pierce's chance to regain control. He could use this against his father and finally gain the respect he deserves. It might not work out but it was worth a try.Will they succeed in their respective plans? Will their paths cross while doing so? And what if gaining superpowers isn't as glamorous as the media makes it to be? What if there was a much darker and sinister side awaiting them behind the gilded wall of super-heroism?…