Ethan Smith's POV I didn't plan on letting my slave know about my feelings for her yet, but she just had to be moody all day. To be sincere, I didn't even realize my feelings were this strong to be called love... the word *I love you* just happened to flow out of my mouth. And now my slave wouldn't stop smiling. She keeps on humming a particular tune, as she moves around the place... cleaning the house. She looks really happy. A part of me wanted to stand up and help my slave out. But then again, I am her master. And just because I do have feelings of love for her, doesn't mean I should start doing stuff for her. If I let my guard down, the relationship I had work hard on could change drastically.  Besides I want to believe my pet fell for me because I dominated her. To be sincere, I love being her master.... I love smacking her ass and dishing out puni

"Wow, this is all too much. At least this explains why that secret cave, is actually existing in this real world but no human actually knows about it. And also if we think about it more, Sir Ethan escaped from prison but his picture hasn't even come up on any TV station yet. So in other words, people and places... that I created in the novel, is actually in this world but not fully virtual. It also explains, that since the prison I described in the novel is the same as the one in the real world, when the novel came to life.. Sir Ethan was able to appear naturally in the real life prison. Escaping was also easy for sir Ethan, because no one even noticed him.. not even the warden or the guards." Janice breathes out once she was done explaining her theory. "Yeah, that's right." Daniel nods his head agreeing to Janice theory. "I've got to ask. What's with the sir Ethan?" Daniel asked, eyeing me suspiciously. And now I wonder what does Janice cal

Janice POV “So… you said, you have good news for us. That you may have found a lead behind your novel awakening mystery.” Daniel said walking into the sturdy. “Yes I have.” I answered him smiling. I don’t really know if what I remember, may be the answer to all my questions… but I do hope it can at least be a lead. “Yeah, why wouldn’t you remember… when you were too busy screaming *master fuck me harder* disturbing the whole neighborhood.” Vivian taunts catwalking into the sturdy. Was I that loud? My cheeks, burned with embarrassment, my eyes glued to the floor. I heard my master chuckle… he should be helping me out, not laughing at me. This is partially his fault, to why am in such an embarrassing spot right now. “Vivian, behave! Janice please go on and tell us what your recent discovery is.” Daniel said, helping

"What do you mean *He who holds the pen is evil* Do you know who has the pen? Do you know where he/she is?." I asked the old lady, in hope of an answer.., that would help this quest of mine. "These are answers you have to find yourself. Now please leave, I have to attend to a customer." She pointed at the door showing us the way out... her face showing how impatient she is to get us out of her antique shop. I was about to say *You don't have a single customer in here* When indeed a young girl walked into the shop. That's weird, my life is weird! "Can you at least tell us anything about the pen? maybe the pen history?" Daniel asked, pleading with his eyes. The Old granny sighs... takes an old book from on top her counter, forced it into the hands of Daniel... "Anything you want to know about the pen is in that book. Now, please leave."  We all looked at

"You.... You... you're the one with the pen." I said after finding my voice. "And that my sweet Janice is correct." He grinned, going to sit down on my couch like he is the sole owner of my house. Ugh, first it was Ethan that walks into my house like he owns it, and now... this guy with the pen also.  "So.... I believe you are looking for this." He waves the book. "Yes, that is my book." I snarled angrily at him. "Ohh I know that, and I also know that.... You need this book to get rid of me. And so henceforth, this book will now be in my possession. You can't get rid of me Janice." He gazed into my eyes, with so much hatred. The worst part of all this, is that I can't even remember him as any of my fictional characters. He doesn't have the same description as any of my characters. Who the heck is he.  "Who are you?" My