Its Mine Webtoon Novels & Stories

And then I thank all of my beloved readers for the support and appreciation you have shown towards my work. I don't know if this work is good or bad or mild since it was basically one of my first ever web novels and I was a bit immature when I first started writing this almost two years ago. Since then, I have learnt and grown more. However, I still hope that this story entertained you with my chaotic imagination.

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"Then, when do you have time?" "Actually, what do you want to talk about?" Asked Mr Banana who seemed to have started to suspect. "You wrote the web novel I Know You Want Me, right?" "That's right, I wrote it. Did you read the story too? What do you think?" "Yeah, I've read it, but it's only 17 chapters. I'm a little annoyed that you make me a character in a story that is too vulgar like that." "Objection? But there are many other stories that also feature artists or models, never a problem."

I was still staring at his message, reading it over and over again like it might suddenly change its meaning. I let out a quiet breath and leaned back slightly, running my hand through my hair. ‘He’s so sure of himself,’ I muttered. ‘Of course he is,’ Jane replied quickly. ‘That’s literally his personality from everything I’ve seen online. I looked down at my phone again, my thumb brushing lightly over the screen. ‘I don’t like this,’ I said, even though my voice didn’t sound convincing enough. Jane tilted her head. ‘You don’t like him… or you don’t like how much you like him?’

Although Ryan's mansion was spectacular, it had not an once of homely feel to bit. “It's all done, Ana.” Jersey announces walking into the sitting room and I almost ask what she was talking about. “It worked, the audio is breaking the Internet, it's all over the place.” Jersey says excitedly. woe this Internet is going to really really change things...

Carraway softly before telling Vivian finally, “We must make the best use of our time to flee somewhere the b*stard can’t find us before he recovers.” This was the most crucial matter on hand now. Vivian and her father were both calm and sensible people. They looked at Liam upon hearing his comment, and Vivian even asked, “What kind of medicine did you douse him with? How long will the medicinal effect last?” Liam answered, “It’s a neurotoxin extracted from a poisonous spider. Without the antidote, the symptom will last for 72 hours before it dissolves slowly after that.”

"I know that it is your company, and you don't owe me... us an explanation, but you are pregnant. You shouldn't be under a lot of stress; you should have let us know immediately so that..." "Hold on," she raised a finger, and Asher clamped his lips shut. "I have deduced that you might be talking about my company and the little bump we are currently facing," Asher was a client and a business guru, of course he might have gotten wind of it from various sources, but... "You keep talking about us, and we, who is the us?"

The cursor blinked like a dare. Catherine sat on the edge of the vintage velvet couch in her aunt’s apartment — barefaced, barefoot, and furious. The laptop balanced on her knees felt heavier than her thoughts, but her fingers didn’t tremble. Not anymore. She had been crying for days. Quietly. Invisibly. Now, she wasn’t crying. She was writing. The words came slow at first, like peeling back something raw. But with every keystroke, she took something back — her name, her version, her right to feel.

It was fulfilling and it somehow is therapeutic. I hope that all of you reading my story can find inspiration and at least entertain you the way my favorite web novels did. Thank you for your support!

“And you knew that prior to saying I Do!” “May I ask what made you fall for him?” Shit, the last thing I wanted to think about was my past with that ass! I pushed the glasses further up, hoping it would really stop anymore tears. “Other than those big blue eyes or golden blonde locks?” “You read the fan fiction?” “I’ve read a couple. It’s hilarious to me. I get out a kick of how many ways they kill me off. Or rather, killed me off.”