Endless Reader Scratch Novels & Stories

And just when everything was on the right track, Leroy returned and destroyed everything I'd put in so much effort to build. I no longer felt anything for Amanda. However, the system was now telling me that I'd somehow turned into the main character in her world because she'd fallen in love with me. "But I don't like her anymore. I can't do it if you insist on sending me back to that universe just so that I can date her and proceed with our relationship." The system disappeared for a short while. Then, it reappeared and said, "I don't like that bitch either. I discussed with the main system, and it agreed to let you have an open ending instead.

I clench my eyes hard, why am I stuttering in front of him? "Never in my wildest dreams did I anticipate to be able to speak with one of Millenium Dreams' members. Goodness, how did I look earlier? I'm weary as hell!" Sancha exclaimed as we walked down the corridor. "Can you get over it, Sancha?" I irritatedly said. That is true, but is it necessary to repeat it every second? "What? I'm a fan, and his appearance pleases me. Don't tell me you don't agree with me?"

Ever since Michelle Xia debuted her work on ScribeSphere, Eleanor Ye was hooked, checking for updates religiously every single day. Eleanor, a novel enthusiast, couldn't get enough of Michelle's writing. Every chapter ended on such a cliffhanger, making readers eagerly anticipate what would come next. She wished she could delve straight into Michelle's backlog of drafts and quench her insatiable hunger for the story.

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Legends of the End Times. Okay. A little on the nose. She pulled it out. The book snapped open like it had been waiting for her. Pages fluttered violently — way too violently for the still air. Most were gone. Torn out. Clean edges, not ragged. Deliberate. Only one page remained. Scrawled in handwriting that wasn't printed: She will bloom when all else dies. Aria stared. The ink bled at the edges. Not like water damage. Like tears.

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Thousands of abandoned books rested upon the silent sand. Some were half-buried. Others lay open, their pages completely blank. The woman whispered, "These are all unfinished stories..." The First Reader nodded. "Every story abandoned by its Author eventually arrives here." Adrian stepped onto the cold sand. The moment his foot touched the shore... every abandoned book trembled. One by one... their pages began turning. Not by wind. By recognition. A faint whisper rose from every direction. "Author..." "Please..." "Finish us..." Thousands of voices.

But as I looked attentively at the ink, I realized everything was wrong about it. The page was violently scratched, not just with ink, but it seemed to be gouged with something sharp. No matter how hard I tried to make sense of even a single word, I couldn't. It seemed to have been intentionally wiped out in such a way that nothing could be readable from it.

"Annie! Annie Carter! Wake up! You, the boy next to her—give her a nudge." Someone gently nudged my elbow, pulling me out of the endless darkness. The blurry scene in front of me slowly cleared. I turned my head and saw Wade's face, and my heart skipped a beat. "For question sixteen, the answer's C," Wade whispered, covering his mouth. I ignored the answer and just stared straight at Wade, reaching out to touch his face. It was warm.

"What, is Mom not as important as some junk locket? You know what happens if her condition worsens." "I know." I cut him off, my voice cracking as I crouched on the floor. "No one knows better than me when she loses it." My old scars burned as I recalled it. Like a volatile child, she'd speak kindly one moment, and the next, brand me with a hot poker. The smell of scorched flesh haunted my nightmares. Andre fell silent, knowing how diligently I had cared for Evelyn, but a moment later, he hardened again. "I got it, you don't want her to get better."