Novel & Cerita Fake Out Manga

She then just give a review of their work. "Maybe I don't have too much time on talking with you. So just let me tell you about my review of your work. First, I know the problem that you got here. However, I don't think that it was bad. Maybe it does not looks like manga, so let's call it Alternative manga. I think. The drawing was okay with some of the detail that you do. About the dialogue, I don't think that it was bad. The story background and everything I think that it was all okay for a beginner like you. So don't lose your hope yet. You know, Aimi and Aguri are giving a vote to your work. They look like they're really enjoying your story. It was good news for you. I'm sorry that I did

Kayla looked at me differently than usual after that. 'Ah! Kayla's actually starting to feel bad for him? Benjamin, you're disgusting! Kayla, don't fall for it. He's definitely faking it. I asked around. He didn't even stand under the sun for ten minutes before he left. There's no way he's actually injured.' I really wanted to plug my ears and shut out Yuvan's nonstop whining. Before I could explain, Kayla handed me another card. I glanced at it. Good. Not a hotel key.

- This is absurd, I'm going to have a relationship, pretend to blackmail, keep up appearances, with a woman I don't know to pretend to be my wife for six months , and we won't even have sex. - Now, especially one who has no connection to our world , who pretends to be just a painter. - In which he will probably have a scared expression, and pretend that I am the criminal. - In which no person will buy this. – He said. - At most, you raped me. – Kikyou said. - Let's look at it this way. – Nobunaga says, then pushes his phone into my hand. The video is shaky, which is probably because it was made years ago, but the lighting is good and I can see the inside of a room with several teenagers sitt

he asks out of breath. "What? Isn't this what you wanted? The fake breakup? Tell me, was anything real? Was everything fake this whole time?" I ramble, my voice shaking with emotion. I feel so stupid, so broken and pissed off. I swore I would never act like someone I wasn't and here I am dressing up like a damn Barbie acting like I have my shit together when I don't. I'm a cussing, wild, mess and I love it. I love who I am. "You know it wasn't." He narrows his brows. I stop, looking at him. He sounds serious, and looks it but how do I know for sure? What parts of him and I are real and fake?