Journal Novels & Stories

he asks again ignoring my question. “Yes, why?” I ask him. “I need to see the book on medical support,” he says. I look at him in frustration. I know I cannot read the titles of the books and will need to get someone to help me. Kinsley usually does that for me. Stan and I had not connected over night as we had both been focused on our mates.

"One Media Incorporated proudly presents to you our newest magazine, STELLAR." I was overwhelmed with the response that I am receiving from the crowd when I reveal to them our magazine cover. Stellar is our newly launched magazine created by yours truly. I was inspired by all my experiences with my guests for the past six months. I was able to explore more about the industry. I collaborate with many celebrities and brands. I also experienced doing photoshoots and runways.

he called and I snarled as I walked to the bathroom. I quickly used the bathroom and showered. I brushed my teeth and dried my hair. I put on a bit of make up and my underware and then walked back into the bedroom and looked at the outfit. It was a cute black skater skirt with a white fitted T-shirt. I sighed. I really liked it and I shrugged. I wasn't about to let Griffin control me. I put it on. I had just put on shoes when I heard a knock at the door. "It's me." Jasmine called and I hurried to unlock and open the door.

He felt enraged with different emotions, wanting to punch himself for not knowing what to say because he was always good with talking to girls. "What are you writing?" Annie looked up to him again, confused as to why he was trying to talk to her. She cleared her throat, "Nothing, just... thoughts. It's weird, just something I do." She shook her head, feeling stupid for telling him that because she knew he would think it was pathetic. But he didn't. "Like... a journal?" He asked, not wanting to give away that he knew they were actually letters. He couldn't have her knowing that he knew the truth.

Useless. It was one of those absolutely terrible moments when you feel disgusted with yourself and the things that you have done. Mistakes you have made in the past that you can not undo or scratch off as easily as one does while writing. A mark so permanent that doesn’t go away, forever sealed in the transparent lamination of time. It is there to make you remember of all the silly mistakes that have been done and yet we never seem to stop doing them again and again, even after we know where it will ultimately lead us. The awaiting guilt, sharpening its teeth. Smiling. Waiting.

To obtain and be knowledgeable in terms of fiction about supernatural and magical existence. Aesthelia Rasc is a writer on a known platform named GN, which stands for Good Novel. She wants to write something that will become popular, something that will definitely be a hit. To prove something and to prove herself to those who gave up believing in her. "I read to feel something, goosebumps in awe and amazement. Why do I feel heartbroken all of a sudden? Like countless draggers just stabbed my blood pumper, "Aesthelia rambled in her words.

“Kuronomiya, you okay?” Yamato-san stopped me as I walked past his desk on the way to mine, returning from Hamada-san’s cabin. “I… heard about the mess up.” “It’s fine. I’ll figure something out.” I smiled weakly at him. “It’s not… a total loss. The client just decided that my proposal was not modern enough. I mean, I admit that it isn’t my best work.” “So, what now? You’re resubmitting?”

But I couldn't. I took out my phone and messaged my mother if I could spend a few days with them. Without waiting for her response, I turn off my phone and start to work, in order to get my mind off the letter. And what was written in the letter? 'Next time, use the green' _____________________________ -VOTE- -COMMENT- -STAY SEXY AND SAFE-