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They wandered through the aisles, running their fingers along spines that held countless worlds within their pages. Emily's eyes sparkled with excitement as she plucked a weathered book from the shelf. "Liam, look at this," she exclaimed, her voice filled with wonder. "It's a collection of love letters from different eras. Each page holds the raw emotions of someone's heart."

"I know. Jen's a member." Emma blushed, pulling her hand out of Ray's, saddened by what she was about to do. "It's not just a spa. It's a place where women can have their fantasies brought to life." Ray cocked his head, studying Emma closely. "What do you mean, 'fantasies'?" Her blush deepened. "I mean sexual fantasies, Ray." He stood up, jumping to his feet with such force that he nearly turned the heavy coffee table over. "I don't understand," he said, moving further out into the room. "Jen goes there five or six times a month. Are you telling me she goes there to-"

He had been her long time crush and finally she had her chance at dating him only to be dumped for a much prettier, hotter blonde senior. Shawn was every high school girls fantasy, his protruding abs would make them crave for a touch, his killer looks got their eyes dizzy at his sight, he was even hotter being the school's baseball captain and he was excellent at the game. Emily had a short lived romance dating the hottest, meanest and popular guy in school and when it ended she as the victim got no sympathy from the masses. Majority of the girls hated her for having Shawn's heart and Bailey was loved for putting an end to it.

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"No that's not what I meant and you know it. You wouldn't fall in love with him for his money, but you are so into your career. How will he feel about that?" "I'll still be able to write, but I think the writing I do will change. I thought I might give fiction a shot. Urban fantasy is very big right now. I thought I'd give vampires and werewolves a try." Amy thought Brian would choke on his food. "You've got to be kidding me; you would write that junk?" "That 'junk' as you call it sells really well and also, I read that junk. I'm not sure exactly what I'll write and plan to take a while to decide. I'll never stop writing, so I need to find a subject that holds my interest."

“I am a character in this book and I deserve to have some fun with those two.” “Okay, if you says so.” She shrugs. The conversation almost ends there but my sister doesn’t let it, “Where is my story exactly?” “Oh. It is on a platform called N******t. I signed an exclusive contract there,” Ange Writes explains and my sister nods. “What exactly is N******t?” “The blue cat as my friends call it. It’s an online writing platform.” “So you earn from there?” I begin to look back and forth between them as they talk.

Disclaimer: This work is a piece of fantasy fiction. All names, characters, businesses, events, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. As a writer, I believe in the power of storytelling to create worlds that allow readers to escape reality and explore their imaginations. Each character and event in this story has been crafted with care, and I hope they resonate with you as much as they do with me.

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However, a week has passed and Arissa is getting immersed in her busy life as a freelance photographer. She had no idea that her spontaneous act in disguise as a substitute model in other day had set off a major storm in the fashion world.At lunch hour, Arissa called Jacob, her only son to hear his voice and asked about his whereabouts."Hello, dear…." Arissa's clear voice greeted someone who answered her phone on the other side. Her eyes suddenly softened."Hello, mum." Jacob replied casually. He had just finished his photography class that day and it was recess now. Her timing just perfect.As a young teenager, Jacob is physically attractive. His hair is brunette with a feature of tall, strai