My Master Is A Fictional Character
after me and master returned our key to the receptionist, we then left the hotel and in no time we were on a plane heading back to Florida, where I live.
We arrived at Florida safely, took a taxi back to my house... and the first thing I did was to go in search of my book. The book where I wrote Vivian story, and also the other story of that girl I attended her burial. But to my surprise, the book wasn't there anymore.
"So... where is the book?" Daniel questioned as I came out of the basement back to the living room empty-handed.
I stared at him speechless... "The.. the.. book.. book is no longer there." I stuttered, pointing toward the basement.