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Abigail, the weaver of words, poured her heart and soul into a series of articles that would illuminate the virtual pages with the story of love, challenges, and resilience that defined their journey. With each keystroke, Abigail stitched together a narrative that went beyond mere words. Her writing was more than a recounting of events; it was a profound expression of the emotions, the struggles, and the triumphs that had shaped their lives. Every sentence resonated with the authenticity of their love and the hope that had been their guiding light.

com/webserial *** ABOUT THE AUTHOR - writing as Alexia Praks (romance) and Bella Chan (BL) Alexia is a self-proclaimed hermit, puppers-loving girl who likes to write anything romance—be it contemporary, historical, fantasy, paranormal, BL, or a combination of any of these. Currently residing in Aotearoa (land of the long white cloud), she spends seventy percent of her time watching anime and reading w*******s and the other thirty percent daydreaming about food and procrastinating. Whatever’s left she actually uses to write books that may or may not bring her a few precious gold coins to support her lifestyle.

Hello Readers, this a sincere request so to make all you get to know me, my insta id is agni_aastha, where you can come across the finest aesthetics and character sketch, believe me you dont wanna miss how beautiful they all look. ok so coming to the actual point, I'm actually grateful to all of you who even pays a single penny on my novel, thanks alot, it boosts my confidence and obviously my love to you all will never fade. Axel point of view:

"Answer me! Who are you? What have you done to me?" "You've spent the last three days calling my worldbuilding 'lazy' and my character arcs 'toxic,' Iris. Don't play coy now." She turned around, and I felt a jolt of recognition. She didn't look like a goddess. She looked like a high-end literary agent who had survived on nothing but espresso and spite for a decade. Her eyes were sharp, calculating, and very, very tired. "I am Author 456. Or, as the wolves like to call me while they're howling at the moon, the Great Mother. Personally? I prefer 'The Architect.'" I stared at her, my mind struggling to bridge the gap between the woman in the suit and the deity who had supposedly created the wor

In the not-so-distant future, in a world where technological advancements were at the forefront, there lived a brilliant scientist named Dr. Gabriel Westwood. Deep within the confines of his lab, he devoted his life to the creation of an extraordinary artificial intelligence, a woman-like entity named Aurora. Aurora was unlike any other AI ever conceived. With ethereal features, cascading waves of golden hair, and eyes that shimmered like starlight, she possessed an uncanny beauty that seemed almost otherworldly. Dr. Westwood had poured his heart and soul into her creation, endowing her with the ability to learn, think, and feel emotions.

"Veya AI, book me a table for a business dinner tomorrow." In my last life, our intern, Vincent Tate, tried using AI to book a client dinner. I told him Veya AI couldn't make reservations. Yet he waited until after work to do it himself. Too late. Every table was gone. Vincent immediately started crying to the whole office. "If Mr. Alford hadn't stopped me from using AI, I would've gotten a table! Now we blew the deal!" My fiancée, Peyton Welch, and the rest of my coworkers piled on. "Why can't AI make reservations? Vincent's right. You're paying for every dollar we lose!" Peyton shoved me during the fight. Then I fell off the building. When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Ri

I am here because you are. Yours, Winnie, your author.

About the Author Ayra Borjal is a writer from Catanduanes, a lovely island in Bicol Region. She is the author of the heist-thriller, The Confidence Trick. She is into mysteries, thrillers, science fiction and fantasy, and prefers to write with those genres as well. Writing helps her express her individuality and style, and she believes she is still a work in progress.

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

The world wants to know the story of the woman who broke the internet and then married it. I type: AI Whispers: A Hybrid's Journey. It’s meta. It’s perfect. "Are you writing?" Alex asks from the doorway. He’s holding two mugs of tea. He looks tired, but his eyes are bright with that specific, focused energy he gets before a launch. "I'm remembering," I say. I tap the neural interface temple. "Memory Access: Granted," Echo says. "Do you wish to initiate immersive playback?" "Yes," I say. "Chapter One."