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“Go on.” I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of everyone’s eyes on me. “People connect with stories. Instead of just promoting the product, we could build campaigns that highlight how our services impact real lives. Create a narrative that’s personal and relatable. It’s not just about what we’re selling—it’s about why it matters.” The room went silent for a moment, and I braced myself for dismissal, for someone to point out how naive or irrelevant my suggestion was. But Karen’s lips curved into a small, approving smile. “That’s… an excellent point.”

she called me. “Raya....” “I don’t like daddy. He lied to me.” She was still going through the same pang of pain. “He did it to save you, Raya,” “Do you know the difference between good and bad people?” “A bad person does the bad thing, and a good person chooses good things,” she answered, resting her head on my chest. “No,” “Humans make mistakes.” “What makes them good or bad is their choice. Good and bad both choose bad things, but what differs in their outcome is the intentions behind them. The good person would feel bad after doing it, and the bad will not.” She furrowed her brows in confusion.

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

"You've got the rest of your life to be annoying? Can you take a day off? You'd think it's your full time job." "Your attitude is absolutely disgusting."she gasped. "So is your personality, but you don't hear me complaining about it." I replied. I'm Amelia Black. The daughter of Collin and Maria Black. I'm what the people call the "Bad Girl". They started calling me that so I started becoming that. My reputation started because of what happened in my past and ever since then people won't even give me a chance to explain myself. I didn't believe I would ever meet someone who would see past my bad reputation, until I met him...

Fight, just stab your head to the death that is the truth. [+27]: Bad story, the author needs to focus on emotions and details. End of story. That's what I think right now. [I think I fit this genre, maybe it's just my preference. The situation happened quite quickly but did not go deep into the feelings of the two, which made me a bit disappointed. Fake can be fake but my bag has to dock. If I open the scoreboard, I will give the work 6/10 stars. This is an unbiased opinion.]... Sent.

He asked me, his voice sounded so solemn, it meant he was down for business. "I don't know why, but I've been stuck making bad decisions and I can't help it. I took your advice to talk to people and have friends, but I don't think I know how to relate with people without making a fool of myself, or making a bad decision" I cried. "That's not something you should beat yourself over. Everyone makes bad decisions, but your ability to own up to your mistakes is what makes you different, different from everyone" he said. "You're a grown, successful woman, you're too old to be crying over something that you did, just apologize" he went on.

Arga and May were suddenly dumbfounded, and Shawn... gasped. Shawn tried to control the emotions that made him unmoved for a long time before he finally spoke again. This time, his voice sounded softer even though his face still looked tense. "It was an accident. No one wanted that, but if it was bad fate..." "We could minimize traffic accidents by driving straight in our lane instead of stealing other people's lanes recklessly which causes those who drive their vehicle according to the rules to get the sap and... die on the spot."

“I watched Wild Wild West movie.” “Don’t depend on what you see. YouTube is one of those things you should avoid when learning something new. I don’t think you can even think of pulling a trigger. I may be old, but I doubt you are violent, Percie. You may have had difficult times, but I know you are just trying to be distant and try avoiding people to get into your life. That doesn't mean you are a bad person. You still have a good heart.” You don’t even want to imagine what I’ve been going through.