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The smell hit me hard, and my clumsy attempts to chug it simply made me choke and cough violently. Once I was tipsy, I started to type furiously on my phone. However, I ended up deleting everything. Suddenly, a lean figure appeared at the door. It was a man with a gentle look. When Mandy caught sight of her boyfriend, her expression instantly fell. "I can explain… Would you believe me if I said I came here to gather research for my fanfiction?" In response, the man came over and dragged Mandy away. "Mandy, if you want to write your fanfiction, you can use my body for research. Do I not have enough material for you? How about we work harder when we get home, hmm?"

Abigail's POV - Days flow steadily, like a calm river winding its way through life's landscapes. I sit at my desk, penning down words that weave stories of love and heartache. Fragrance of Love, my most successful novel to date, brought the intoxicating aroma of success into my life. Now, I'm immersed in crafting its sequel, Fragrance of Love Season 2, hoping to give the love it couldn't find in the first part—a story mirroring my own life's journey, finding its path to happiness.

Last, but very much not least, to SM for writing a beautiful love story that helped me find the passion in life I was missing, and the fandom for bringing me friends, family, and the courage to spread my wings. Words can never express my gratitude and love to you all.

' With annoying face she said, 'I would drastically change my name if I had any other options, but somehow I just made it shorter, so that people may not laugh when they heard my name. She keep scrolling down on her laptop with the book she wrote. 'Anyway What's done is done, no one can change the fate.' a gentle smile on her face, 'so, where I was??' turned around towards the camera. 'Yeah! I was introducing myself, correct. I am a Fiction/Novel, Content writer. My hobbies drawing, painting and dancing.' 'Recently I started working on a Fan-fiction Novel, where I'll write about the most handsome and popular face of the China, non other than Mr. Xiao Wie, the famous Actor & Singer.'

“Including the darkest one. The non-con fantasy where I chase you… catch you… and force my cock into my own daughter-in-law while she begs her father-in-law to stop.” My thighs pressed together instinctively. My clit throbbed painfully at his words. That particular fantasy had always been my most shameful—the one I wrote at nineteen with trembling fingers and a soaked pussy, imagining Victor as my forbidden father-in-law taking me against my will. Victor’s piercing green eyes darkened as he read the raw need flickering across my flushed face.

He looked up and said, "I think this novel appeared a long time ago." Angelica nodded, "I wrote this when I was pregnant with my first child, and after finishing it, I submitted it to a publishing house." "Before the final draft." Carl did have a sharp perspective on the issue: "Have you ever published before?" Angelica frowned and said, "This is not allowed, I have to make sure the novel doesn't have..." She paused and said, "I posted it on F******K space." Angelica suddenly stood up and said, "That was my first setting and beginning. Back then, I could still type by myself without his help, just on my first F******K!"

I thought of taking a break, doing something different just to let the words flow but it never came. I stared at the blank slate, I couldn't make out any words to write, it's like every possible idea escaped from my head. I need something that could help me feel then I could link it up with my fantasy. My fantasy of getting down on him. It wasn't Jaxon. It wasn't James. The reason why I have started writing this book because I thought I could feel him close through that means but he is far away now and Jaxon have taken my breath away and now I have to be at his mercy even though he is a jerk that got me into lots of trouble.

To make me his. I started writing these fantasies in a hidden notebook. Passages like: "He grabs me by the waist, pushes two fingers in, and makes me lick them afterward." "He cums on my face and calls me a slut." "He pins my arms behind my back and fucks me with anger." Writing that made me cum. And cumming made me want more. Caio found the notebook. One day, by accident. Or maybe on purpose. He came to my room with it in his hands.

Quickly, Fleur went to Nizéa 's room , where the girl was resting. — Do you believe that people can write based only on their own experiences? he asked, the moment Fleur entered. - It depends. Why ask? “I was thinking about Françoise Sagan. She wrote a wonderful book when she was seventeen. "You want to prove it can be done a second time?" "I wish I could," he sighed heavily. “The problem is, I don't have a plot. "Why don't you write about your childhood?" For all I know, it sounds fascinating.