บททั้งหมดของ The Writer and Her Alpha: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 5

While moving along with the song, my fingers quickly tapped the keyboard, creating that familiar sound that the four corners of my room hear every day. My eyes were focused on the screen, possibly the only thing I've been looking at for the past year aside from television. As usual, I hardly noticed the time. Half an hour, an hour, until it reaches two hours. And the previously blank screen is now filled with three thousand words. "The end." I said fondly while pressing the letter' D,' a sign that I had finished another novel. "Finished." I smiled and lengthened the last word, raising my arms in triumph and letting out a big yawn before slumping back on my chair. I finished another novel. A novel that, after a few months, will become a book and will be displayed in bookstores just like my other works. And as always, I'm confident with how the book ended. Just like how I wanted it to. "And... Print!" I said with a smile while printing my manuscript to be sent to my company tomorrow.

Not even an hour, and I want to leave already. So far, I only received dirty looks from my female cousins, my male cousins snickering now and then with their girlfriends, who are not better. My younger cousins will throw toys at me, and I can only smile before playing with them for a bit before they get bored. And not to mention my dad and brother criticizing me while my mom is busy chatting with my uncle’s newest girlfriend. How many did he have after Aunt Daine’s death, not even two years ago? I think he introduces a new one every three months. Now we’re all sitting and gathered around while my uncle and her girlfriend, Katy, display affection for everyone to see. The kids are uninterested and continue playing away while we witness such a cringe scene. “Thank you all so much for coming and greeting my love.” Uncle Blake started before bumping his nose with her much younger girlfriend, the latter giggling and biting her lip while giving her boyfriend bedroom eyes. Uhm, eww? There

All my friends stood up, and I remained calmly seated before sighing when they all turned to me. With the glass of margarita in my hand, I stood up, and instead of looking for the richest man, I went to the bar island and sat beside the man with a huge scar on his face. There’s a good ten inches of space between us which I’m thankful for.He turned to me, and I saw his face up close. It was a bit… terrifying, and well, it’s not a sight to see when you’re too close. I can only guess that the scar on his face is not a year old, as I still see some healing wound. I was snapped out of my thought when he cleared his throat, and my eyes widened a little before I waved my hand a little.“I didn’t mean to stare or be rude, I swear. Sorry.” I apologized with a small smile, and he seemed a bit taken aback at what I was confused about before he turned back to the glass in front of him. I watched as his long, thick fingers played with the rim of the glass. It almost looked like he was nervous abo