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“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

My heart is beating very wildly as he is sitting very close to me now. "You go first!" I whispered. "Okay." "I sing so well. I play the guitar. I have never been in love." "Which one is the lie?" "you play the guitar." "Aww. You are wrong." "Ohh. So which one is the lie?" "I have never been in love." He said. "I have actually been in love. It ended in tears sha. Hot, premium tears." He added. I couldn't help but laugh. "Do you mind talking about it? I'm sorry for laughing though."

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I want to ask. "Anything hehe!" Their faces show that they are excited. "Hmm, do you want an English story?" I asked and they just nodded. "Okay, its title is Prince Ariel." I started talking to her. _ "Is the story okay?" "Is that all? Do you have another story hehe?" Said the boy in the middle. "We still want to listen." One promised. my god, I think I'm going to run out of saliva from what I'm talking about.

"Want to hear it?" She shook her head. "I want to hear your story." "My story?" "Yes. What you were like as a child, or everything before you met me… anything about you, I want to hear it." Her words warmed his heart. He smiled. "My life isn't very interesting. It's quite dull. Only after I met you did it feel like there was a story worth telling." "Even if it's just what you liked to eat as a child, or one happy little moment—anything boring, anything at all—as long as you remember it, I want to hear it."

His question came out fast and she racked her brain to think. "I..." She wanted to speak but he interrupted. "If you're not even sure then it's not worth it. Do you know that the most basic stories can make the headlines as long as they have enough elements to attract attention? If you put this out, you can barely make the second page. Yes it's an interesting topic, but what about it is not just another scandal against a big company?" He stated bluntly.

Did he expect her to hold a picture book and read stories to him? "I don't know any stories," Deirdre calmly replied after pondering. "I'm not a storyteller, so I can't spontaneously come up with an interesting story." Brendan remained composed. "Isn't your life an interesting story? You can tell me about your experiences in Germia these past years and what happened." Deirdre was momentarily stunned, her expression darkening. "You wouldn't want to know." "How can you be so sure that I wouldn't want to know if you don't tell me?" Brendan asked.

He always had a curiosity and interest in the tales my Grandmama used to tell us as young wolves. “But you know as I do that rumors and stories have to stem from somewhere and now you have it. A living breathing silver one” He doesn’t even hide the awe in his voice. Great. “I feel things are about to get interesting” I shoot him a glare and he responds with a grin, just what I needed.

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

Leath moved the phone away from her and called Piper. "Piper, what is he talking about?" Piper gave her a tablet and her eyes widened when she saw a website that some students made with the sole purpose of exclusive gossip, Weekly Goods, they called it. It was a picture of her and Professor Moreau by the pool, the photographer was skillful enough to bring out a different meaning to the picture when they were just merely talking. "Father, this is not what you think. That professor's up to something—" her father's cold tone cut her sentence off.