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Leaving personal matters within, I shot back, "You are living your life your way, aren't you? Then why can't I? Stop interfering in my personal life." Damien uttered glaring at me, "Don’t you dare to question my life, Ms. McBride. By any chance, if you are telling me to be loyal to you because you are my fiancee then put a thing in your mind that YOU are my fake fiancee. Fake. And I don’t have the useless wish to interfere in your so-called personal life. But unlike you, I have a reputation that will get hampered if you continue falling into a stranger's arms like last night. I won't like the news about my fiancee stepping out from a stranger's place in the early morning or roaming with some

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Here goes nothing… “Miranda, I choose you to be my best friend, partner and my one true love. My promise to you is simple: my love for you will endure until the end of time because with you I am free to make mistakes without judgment. I’m free to learn and to grow in a rich and safe environment. I am free to laugh, and cry, and even rage when I need to. I can give and receive without debt or expectation. I am free to be myself to the fullest extent. With you, Miranda, I am finally free.” The End

Books are oxygen for the literate. For me, there's no other way to breathe. Breathing comes naturally to living organisms. For a nerd with a perfect attendance record and zero friends, air fills my lungs, and words fill my head. I like filling my head with facts, opinions, and fanfiction. There's nothing better than reading Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings fanfics on a Friday night.

It's all a fantasy. Fable has been my escape. An unhealthy one. A safe pretend world where I could bury myself. Just like how Zee cried after she finished the final Harry Potter book, or how Jamie bases so much of her worth on the fictional version of herself that lives across a thousand Instagram pics, in the comments and likes of a thousand strangers. Just carefully constructed lies to comfort and lull. Dreams.

“You’re good at this, princess. Maybe you should be my life coach.” She giggled. “Maybe! But you’d have to pay me in ice cream.” “Deal.” We kept talking… about her favorite TV shows, the book she was reading, and how she was trying to convince me to let her adopt a puppy. After a while, she yawned. “Getting tired already?” I asked softly. “Nope, I’m just no longer bored, so I think I should release you now. You can get back to what you were doing.” She let out while I smiled.

"That's the message Mr. Ford wanted me to relay to you. He told me to tell you to find a good man who loves you. You should forget him and be happy." Macy was still hung up on Ethan. She tried to look for any signs of his existence on the Internet. She was finally able to find Ethan's Twitter account in Jeremy's following list. How did she know it was his account? The ID of the account was "Loving Maisie Forever". Not Macy, but Maisie. The posts were about his relationship with another woman named Maisie. His Maisie was a crybaby. She loved to act spoiled sometimes, but she was very assertive and a great cook.

Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules. What fantasy do you have? Comment on it, and you might be lucky enough to get your story chosen.

people openly fantasizing about being the lover of a man who doesn’t even have a public photo “Oh my God,” I muttered up at the sky. “You all need hobbies.” Near the chili patch, Sofia shrieked again, this time because Jevan lifted her under the arms and spun her once before setting her down. Javier’s low laugh followed. Mama yelled at all of them to get away from the plants. No one listened fully. I raised my phone again. My thumb stopped on one post from an anonymous account clearly addicted to drama: No one knows what he looks like, but everyone knows when he arrives in a city.

No, five. He slammed his laptop shut and leaned back against the pillows, fingers pressed to his temple like he could squeeze the thoughts out of his head. This was insane. He was spiraling. MidnightViper couldn’t be Julian. There was no way someone like Carter—golden boy, team sweetheart, hockey’s favorite PR angel—would moonlight as a faceless OnlyFans creator who whispered confessions into the camera like he was peeling his soul open. Except… what if he was? **