Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 36143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 36143 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Read Online Books/Novels: | The Anti-Fan and the Idol - My Summer in Seoul |
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Author/Writer of Book/Novel: | Rachel Van Dyken |
| Language: | English |
| ISBN/ ASIN: | B09N1YZ8HJ |
| Book Information: | |
From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes a new story in her My Summer in Seoul series… Make it or break it… Or maybe just break them? Ai-Ri has been training under YK Management in Korea for two years without any results. She doesn’t fit the typical mold for a successful K-POP idol image, literally down to her blood type. She has six more months before college entrance exams which means she only has six months to make it as an idol before her dreams are crushed. Things take a turn when two of the most famous male idols break away from their group and decide to form their own co-ed group, a rarity. And wonder of all wonders, they need one more girl. It would be the perfect opportunity, except she hates them. They are arrogant, entitled, rich little snobs who want the world to worship the ground they walk on. To make matters worse, the only reason they came to her was because they are desperate, which means she needs to prove herself even more. Tempers and personalities collide when she’s forced to either accept the position or give up on her dream. But what happens when you suddenly go from anti-fan and enemy number one to stuck in a love triangle between two boys you were born to hate but are somehow falling in love with? And will the group survive the heartbreak that follows when she finally makes her choice? | |
| Books by Author: | Rachel Van Dyken |
One Thousand and One Dark Nights
Once upon a time, in the future…
I was a student fascinated with stories and learning.
I studied philosophy, poetry, history, the occult, and
the art and science of love and magic. I had a vast
library at my father’s home and collected thousands
of volumes of fantastic tales.
I learned all about ancient races and bygone
times. About myths and legends and dreams of all
people through the millennium. And the more I read
the stronger my imagination grew until I discovered
that I was able to travel into the stories... to actually
become part of them.
I wish I could say that I listened to my teacher
and respected my gift, as I ought to have. If I had, I
would not be telling you this tale now.
But I was foolhardy and confused, showing off
with bravery.
One afternoon, curious about the myth of the
Arabian Nights, I traveled back to ancient Persia to
see for myself if it was true that every day Shahryar
(Persian: شهريار, “king”) married a new virgin, and then
sent yesterday's wife to be beheaded. It was written
and I had read that by the time he met Scheherazade,
the vizier's daughter, he’d killed one thousand
women.
Something went wrong with my efforts. I arrived
in the midst of the story and somehow exchanged
places with Scheherazade – a phenomena that had
never occurred before and that still to this day, I
cannot explain.
Now I am trapped in that ancient past. I have
taken on Scheherazade’s life and the only way I can
protect myself and stay alive is to do what she did to
protect herself and stay alive.
Every night the King calls for me and listens as I spin tales.
And when the evening ends and dawn breaks, I stop at a
point that leaves him breathless and yearning for more.
And so the King spares my life for one more day, so that
he might hear the rest of my dark tale.
As soon as I finish a story... I begin a new
one... like the one that you, dear reader, have before
you now.
Chapter One
Ah-Ri
I stare at myself in the mirror. My eyes are lifeless, and my body feels hollow as my stomach growls. I want food so bad it’s all I can think about. I squeeze my eyes shut again and brace my palms against the sink.
I have no choice.
Being from the States with an American mom and a Korean dad doesn’t actually help me in this situation, even though I’ve always thought of myself as Korean.
The only reason we went to LA was because of my dad’s job, and I only stayed there for six years before coming back home.
It was enough, though.
Enough to make me different. Enough to make people look at me funny during school and ask why my Korean sounded a bit strange.
Enough for people during my idol training to judge me, though I don’t know why. Then again, that’s the job, right? Everyone competing for a few spots at the label and dying to make it—literally.