Contoh Prolog Novel Kehidupan Mga Nobela at Kwento

I can not get what I want, I can not like others who in an instant can get many readers. On this path that is not bright enough, I think I would like to go to the world of my novel. I want to enjoy my life, and be able to chat with a good vampire king. Yes, I created the main character in a novel and then made him a friend in my life. Yes, this is my life. I do not have many friends, even the word 'friend' as very heavy in my life.

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

Author's Note: Hello. If there is someone who is reading this book, as you can see I made a mistake for publishing the other chapters. I'm so sorry. My phone lags that's why it happens. Forgive me. I hope you guys still enjoy reading my book. I will try to finish the book this month. ~*~ KEVIN'S (HIRO'S) POINT OF VIEW

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Emily also faced Sia, placing her hand under her chin for support. Sia thought for a while and then nodded her head explaining, “ I have to write an article about Life, Precisely What I think about life!” She shrugged her shoulders and took a sip. “ Then why were you researching about the meaning of life?” Harry spoke out distatefully for the first time through the whole conversation, making everyone remember that he was also there.

Finally, it landed on the small, curled-up figure in the corner. It was Melody! How could this be? We had clearly been in contact every day these past few days, and Hope said Melody was at her parents' house, with all three of them keeping her safe! "Surprised, aren't you? As long as a person doesn't care about living, a lot of things become simple. Hunter, I've endured 20 years of pain. It's now time for you to have a taste of it!" The aged voice sounded like a demon.

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)

Henry was tortured so badly that he was almost unrecognizable, but the date stamp showed it wasn't from this year. "According to the criminal's statement, Henry was near death in the second year after they fled to Northern Myralis. So Joanna sold his organs, one by one," the officer explained. Henry was dead. He probably never understood why Joanna, the woman he once loved and trusted, had done this to him. But I did. I had once stumbled upon Dad's old notebook. I learned from it that the case back then had an anonymous tipster. This person provided a ton of key info just to bring down their competitor.

Ah, I've been waiting for that question since earlier. "I'm glad you asked. You see, this is the real world. Reality. But what you're living in could be called another world, but a different world where people from the real world such as us, create plots and characters to our own liking. That is what we call a book, or a novel. We read it but you get to live a life in that world of yours with your own thoughts, dreams, ideals, ambition, interests and actions, but it will all follow according to the Author's plot. And if the story is finished, I'm not sure what happens next. And the world you are living in is called 'Endless Poison Love', its a fantasy-romance novel." I explained.

My fingers clenched around the candy, its stiff edge almost cutting my palm. Indeed, in our previous lives, he had been convinced that my only purpose was to be a blood bank and organ donor to Susie. Since Susie still died after I donated my kidney, that meant I served no purpose in this life, and the Grants had no reason to bring home a loser like me. I smiled, violently wiping the tears I couldn't fight back as I told myself—the old Yvie Grant was dead and I would live only for myself.