If It Was Written By Vivziepop Novels & Stories

If I want to live I don't wanna live here It’s filled with people filled with hate and fear I turn the pages, there are full songs written on some pages, including Popcorn, there are some other extra song lines as well, unfinished songs, and some that are called THOUGHT FART where it’s just her saying random things like Skit idea: Dug dealers in a comedy bar. Idk it just sounds funny. And it made me giggle a bit. I flick into pages after pages of words and I stopped when I saw IMAGINARY MISSION: BUILD A NEW WORLD by yours truly, Sadie Ozoa (STILL IN WORKS) written at the very top of the page.

Ethan whistles placing a kiss on Janice forehead. "Technically I am not the author." Janice replies. "Well... you did tell me every single word I wrote in the book. So.. co-author." Vivian winked at her. "We should all go in, this calls for a celebration. Janice wrote her first happy ending book and also the evil one is dead." Daniel yells excitedly, Ethan, Vivian and Janice nods in unison. As the four of them walked into the house, Janice pulls Vivian aside and asked... "I just remember that i forgot to give the book a title. So what title did you give it?"

"You know, Cathy, you might be right. That piece did sound very familiar. I think I remember composing something similar years ago." My blood went cold. "What?" "When Darius and I were together, I used to write music all the time. He loved hearing me play." Vivienne's smile was sweet as poison. "That melody you just played? It sounds just like something I wrote for him back then." "That's not true." My voice was barely a whisper. "I wrote that piece in college. Years before I even met Darius." My fists clenched by my sides as I watched the weakly woman lie through her teeth.

Vivianne stared at the blank space on the sample plaque, the weight of the moment settling in. "What are you going to write?" Shania asked. Vivianne hesitated, then wrote carefully: *For every game you build, and every life you touch, thank you for choosing me.* She read it twice, her chest warm and aching all at once. Shania blinked. "Okay," she said, voice thick. "Now I’m emotional." Vivianne laughed, wiping at her eyes. "You’re impossible." They paid and stepped back into the sunlight, the small box tucked safely into Vivianne’s bag. The city felt softer now, less overwhelming.

A cold sweat broke out across my neck. I knew this writing. I knew the specific way the letter V curved at the top, and how the letters leaned just a tiny bit to the right. It was not the writing of a royal Lycan scribe. It was not the handwriting of an old Council elder. It was Vivian's handwriting. She had written those names herself on the day of our mating ceremony, using a special magic pen that carved a wolf's true soul into the silver. "No," I whispered into the dark, quiet room. "This is impossible. This cannot be real."

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 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

I kept my door open, my expression neutral, and said nothing about Vivian. I opened my notebook. Wrote: He prefers women who don't require reassurance. Stared at it. Then wrote below it: Necessary or wanted. Which one. My phone buzzed at nine-fifteen. A notification from Vivian's social media account, which I had been following for the information. I tapped it.

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ I barely flinched at Alina’s venom. Her words tried to claw beneath my skin, but I didn’t let them. I kept writing, scribbling lies wrapped in truth as she unraveled herself across the living room. Her voice had become sharper, brittle and cutting, like a thread stretched too thin.

“It would be a shame if I lost my virginity to a crippled.” They entered a restaurant and ordered cookies and tea. “By the way, you never told me if you have a lover. Did you ever get your first kiss? You're way too pretty to be single.” “Well.. I had one, I really thought he was the one but he eventually became a nightmare, he almost killed me but then. He died.” Violet was talking about Baddley but somehow, it fit the story she told madam Calista. “Pretty girls attract the most idiotic set of the male species.”