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Face unreadable. "Everything," I confirmed. "That's. Unfortunate. But we could work from memory. Your recollection. We'd hire a ghostwriter. Help you reconstruct." "Why? Why would you want this story?" "Are you kidding? Sex therapist. Virgin physicist. Forbidden romance. Ethics scandal. It's perfect. Provocative. Relevant. Exactly what audiences want." "It's our life. Not entertainment." "Everything's entertainment, Dr. Santos. And right now. Your story is trending. People are invested. They want to know. What really happened. Your side."

"I read those too. And I wouldn't hesitate to admit it." "Fine. I'm a romance reader. Because life is beautiful in the romance world. All that gorgeous, unrealistic nonsense authors sell us, the perfect love, the whole thing." I let out a small laugh. "I know it's ridiculous. But I love them. Even if that kind of love only exists in books." His response wasn't what I expected. "Who told you it wasn't real?" "What?" "Every story, fiction or not, comes from something true. Someone lived a piece of it first."

But it is the little things that really matter, especially to eccentric geniuses like her. History books, as comprehensive as they are, do not do justice to the true stories upon which they are centred. Not to those who experience the tale first-hand, who see all that there is to see, hear all that there is to hear and feel all that there is to feel. It just doesn’t make the cut.

“Writers who crafted books about supernatural creatures like wolves and vampires. Those are either one of us or they were drunk when they saw us and began writing it down as if it was just a spark of creativity or hallucinations in the dark, in their dreams.” “That’s the beauty of storytelling.” I turned to look at Raverine, seated with his one leg atop his other leg and a glass of whiskey on his hand. I added, “Deceitful, as well. If people were only telling the truth, police would love that. The world would love that.” “The truth brings chaos and pain, Ember,” he emphasized. “Literature provided different perspectives of us, flipping two sides of a story depending on the audience’s demogra

He believed in the fact that hard work is the key to success which Keith Jonas didn't really agree to but obviously always had to pretend to. Mr. Paul was a person who was hard to please and he never trusted anyone easily. But Keith somehow managed to gain his trust within the time period of 5 years. Yes. 5 damn years. Keith was one of the most trustworthy person of Mr. Paul after his son. But deep down he felt something strange about Keith. Something odd. “I calculated the revenue for this month but I saw a difference of 500$ in the total amount.” “But... I’m the one who calculates the revenue for each month... why did you bother Mr. Paul” Keith hesitated and turned his face towards the sho

“There’s lots of ways to kill people.” He furrowed his brow at me. “Why do you know that?” I rolled my eyes at him. “I’m a writer. I sometimes research true crime stories for inspiration on ways to kill off characters.” “Seriously?” “Some people are worried others will find porn in their search history. My dirty history is full of murder.” He smirked. “Not porn?” I smacked his shoulder, and he brought me into an embrace laughing. “You wish it was porn,” I grumbled into his chest.

he interrupted me harshly, “I don’t like being lied to, and your story doesn’t make sense.” I flinched but didn’t lost composure. I quickly figured I should add some details to my story without involving my “savior” which I knew now was Tom. I sighed. “I’m a writer. I often do researches online. I wrote about a place in China, and I wanted some real information from someone who actually lived there…” my story-making skills came in handy.

"You guessed it. But it's more than that. By the way, do you only write interview articles for work? Or do you write story pieces too? I could give you some material and you could write a story out of this. We can split the royalties if it's a hit!" Laura was intrigued but shook her head. "Do you know what kind of stories sell? They've got to be dramatic, intense, full of love, hate, betrayal, the whole mix! Everyone's been through your everyday mother-in-law and daughter-in-law conflicts. It wouldn't catch anyone's interest." Jennifer's expression turned solemn. "I'm going to give you some material that fits exactly what you're looking for." She proceeded to tell Laura everything that had h

Text: “Board emergency meeting called for tomorrow morning. Someone leaked the letters. They’re public. Full text online. Headlines already running.” Martin looked at Damien. Both pale. The truth was out—raw, unfiltered, unstoppable.

Sam actually blushed, "I'll send you the links. It was tough to track the origins of the vids, other than that one filmmaker, but the Reddit stories were easy. A lot were fakes, but I ended up making contact with quite a few posters whose stories were real. I also started reading stories posted on erotica sites and looking up the authors. A couple said right out that they were in incestuous relationships. The stories they wrote had a different feel, I got so I could tell." Deb smiled. I wondered what was in her coffee, "Reading and seeing all that must have been—exhausting." Sam looked right at my sister, "I'd do my work on a wooden chair with a suction cup dildo and towel under the chair. M