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' It hinted before clearing its throat and with a condescending tone of voice it said, 'If not for me saving you in the nick of time, that girl who pushed you off the building would have killed you already and you would definitely be dead meat by now. Audrey, on the other hand, heard all of that but refused to say something. Instead, she focused on praying against the odds that everything was but a weird dream of hers. The cat could see through this and he was aware of the other party's attempt to avoid his presence. He knew she was determined to pretend like he was not there and when the girl made it clear for all eyes to see that she wanted to be cold towards her savior and was even giving him a silent treatment on top of it, the talking tom cat added, 'You were lucky I saved you. I advise, rather than making a fool out of yourself why don't you use your energy to thank me instead? I promise that a word of gratitude will be appreciated.'

"But, after I am executed, I promise I'll choose to come back as a ghost so I can still make your life hell, Ning Ren. I always have plans even if I am no longer alive to do them. I can possess someone else to make sure that I bring hell to whom I would like to bring justice to." Hearing her huff of speech made the prince laugh softly, "There you are my furious cat. I will look forward to being haunted. But, not by you. My dear, have you forgotten that cats have nine-lives." The prince tapped her shoulders, "Get up quickly, the ground here is cold. You're already not eating well, if you get sick it will not be easy to get well again in a place like this. You condition is already one where your health has always been poor."

According to the note she could read, Catherine had made up imaginary people, or in this case, lovers whom she thought were real. How the hell did the story move from romantic to downright crazy? If this was the history she was supposed to write into a book, was it still worth writing? Would people be interested in reading this? Or rather, would Jack want it? She picked up her phone and called Jake. "Hey, Jake" "Amor. How are you? What's up?" "I kinda need your brain if it's free", Meg said "Oh, uhm, I'm using it to think at the moment but I'm sure it'll be free in an hour or two. Where do you want to pick it up? And I must warn you, it is not the best of brains", Jake told her.

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I just fake a smile and face-palm on them. My pretty face gets a lot of wrinkles because of these witches. ——— We finally finished moving all of Thea’s stuffs and arranged them all, it was very tiring. I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes for a few minutes. I sigh and looked at my phone, I visited my first novel on a online platform. Since I really broke down when I lost him. I started to write proses, poems, short stories and craft novels. I am not aiming for money, I just want to express myself. Each thoughts I have with him, yeah it’s all because of him.

Randy said. I snorted and reclined on the bed. "I don't know why my main readership is male, and they've requested me to write harem. But if one of the female leads were me, I'd report the male lead for bigamy!" Randy chuckled, "Skr, ruthless!" Having spent significant time with Randy, his delayed graduation had its merits. He stumbled upon my forgotten novels, and his favorite happened to be the one I wrote years ago. The sky, previously murky, suddenly turned pitch black as heavy clouds loomed. The shelter's lights had long ceased to function.

I wondered, sifting through the dust. “Master, take a look at this,” Kitty called out, gesturing toward a tattered leather book lying in the dirt. I approached it, bending down to pick it up. I blew off a thick layer of dust, revealing the word faint on the cover: Diary I turned to the first page. The faded handwriting read: Today I gave birth to my babies, but one is human and the other is a werewolf... Elora said she would kill them. What should I do?

CHAPTER 103 IT'S ALL BECAUSE OF YOU NARRATOR'S POV Charlotte stared at the man who had changed her life with a single bite, the man who had the wolf inside her all fuzzy. She had planned for years in her head what she would do to him if she met him, she swore to tear him limb from limb, and she would never forgive him she had sworn.

Well there's no way I would spend my own wedding night wallowing in self-pity, so I decided to explore the mansion further. After a warm shower in the very luxurious bathroom, I put on a short gown and I wandered through the hallways, taking in the breathtaking art and craftsmanship that adorned every surface. The mansion was eerily quiet, the only sounds coming from the soft rustle of my skirts and the distant murmurs of the staff. I ventured deeper into the mansion, the flickering candlelight casting eerie shadows on the walls. As I turned a corner, I stumbled upon a library, its towering shelves filled with countless leather-bound books.

I should have known Claire wouldn’t let it go. By the time I dragged myself behind the counter the next morning, she was already there waiting for me, leaning against the register with the biggest cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. “Oh, good, you’re here,” she said, sipping her coffee like she was about to deliver world-shaking news. I narrowed my eyes. “What did you do?” She batted her lashes innocently. “Me? Nothing. Well… unless you count saving your love life.”

"It wasn't." She put her cup down and went back to the desk and he heard the laptop open and the chapter resume. Tuesday she had lunch with a writer she knew. I worked from home and at two she came back with the particular brightness she carried after conversations that had actually fed her. "Good lunch," I said. "She's writing something extraordinary." She took her coat off. "A novel about a woman who discovers her grandmother was a forger. Not documents. Art." "Is it done."

The woman groaned in irritation, clicked the backspace button and shut the page which got saved in the drafts, placing the laptop on the side of the bed with a thump she spread her tired body like a slimy snail. While the glowing screen showed the title of her so called important work "Abducting the mafia romance author" written in bold and italics rested on the top of the page, while the lady's name was typed in lower font below the page which read as "Aysel Saat." Moments passed by silently as the ticking of the clock was continuously dragging her towards an unexpected fate. Writing the particular ebook she must have not known that each and every word she would narrate, would write her own fate which was totally unexpected.

"Since that day, I saved you." "I did not ask you to save me. I will change your name here." "Don't you dare do that!?" "Or what?" "I will come there and sleep beside you!" "Are you trying to scare me?" "Remember I have keys to open the door?" "You are such a creep! Okay, I will not change your name here, Kabibi." "It's Habibi, not Kabibi." "Alright, Kabibi!" "Shit! Why do you keep mistyping it? What does Kabibi even mean?"

Anna Chan wrote children’s books. She clicked on the X. A message came up, asking her to save the document. She shook her head. “Of course not.” Just before she clicked on the no, she didn’t want to delete her creation, despite it being an adult book. She clicked save. Then she created a new folder and typed in the name, and viola, she was now writing her first adult novel. A very hot one at that. “Chan?” Soriya called again. “Hmm?”

The cursor blinked like a dare. Catherine sat on the edge of the vintage velvet couch in her aunt’s apartment — barefaced, barefoot, and furious. The laptop balanced on her knees felt heavier than her thoughts, but her fingers didn’t tremble. Not anymore. She had been crying for days. Quietly. Invisibly. Now, she wasn’t crying. She was writing. The words came slow at first, like peeling back something raw. But with every keystroke, she took something back — her name, her version, her right to feel.

He inquired, turning away from the door to gaze at me. "I used to work for a company. That was actually my first job. But then I realized that working for a company was not for me. The job was too exhausting, and the money was not enough for the tasks and jobs I was assigned, so I decided to resign and pursue another career. But, you know, resigning is simple, but seeking work is not. I was out of work for a few months. And since I have nothing to do but wait for a company to contact me for an interview, I began writing webnovels to pass the time." I grinned as I recalled how I began writing and how it became my bread and butter. "Writing novels began as a hobby for me. I never imagined my novels or myself becoming popular, yet they did. Then, one day, a friend of mine, Leo, who is also my college classmate and is now my roommate, began contacting me and asking if I was interested in having my works published as a physical book. I promptly agreed and accepted his offer because I felt it was cool. Writing novels has since become my bread and butter. And writing novels is no longer just a hobby for me. It has now become my passion, and I am quite proud of it." "That means you're happy with the path you've chosen." Caesar stated.

The cat said in her heart. "Kuh..." Noel covered his face when he remembered the ending. Tears almost formed in his eyelids. "Mr. Noel?" The cat asked, surprised by his actions. "Ah, excuse me ahem." He wiped his eyes then smiled at the cat. "The noble girl is very kind, protecting animal's rights and such." Noel started. "Yeah. Because of her, some of the bad beliefs about black cat toned down to nothingness." It replied. Then, it patted the cat on the book and smiled again.

A dire warning inked in blood-red ink covered the bottom of the page. "It doesn't say anything about super-strength," I sighed, taking the book from Kayla and throwing it in the middle of the room with the rest of the useless books. "And anyway, Alaya wouldn't rely on a human, she hated humans. She had her own wolf. She didn't need to create a half-human, half Lycan to fight for her." Hours later the sun dipped behind the mountain casting the library into shadowy darkness. Lena distracted herself lighting candles and flicking on the lamps. Only a few paltry books remained on the shelves and we still had no answers.

It was too quiet, eerily quiet. Dolores decided to walk forward, after wandering for a while, she finally saw...a book. As soon as Dolores got close to the unusual book in the middle of the white room, she was sucked in. As if watching a document, Dolores felt her eyes going through a novel called, "Saving my moonlight in the haunted mansion". Sadie Laurent was going through her late grandfather's stuff when she found an old key. Sadie being a curious cat spirit, kept pestering her parents to know where this place was, but her parents kept avoiding answering. At last, Sadie pestered the old granny of her house.

I was just getting ready for a nap when Lenny's message came through. "Seven thousand dollars—what a lucky number. It's the Christmas season, so of course we can't shortchange our furbabies. This is my bonus. Our cat is a little princess, and she deserves only the best." I didn't read the rest of his messages, because the moment I saw seven thousand dollars, I was so shocked that all my sleepiness vanished. I quickly typed back, "Seven thousand dollars?"