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My breath was getting heavy and my body was aching, and yet the light was still out of my reach, "Why do you keep moving?!" I shouted at the light and noticed it had stopped its movement, "You finally stopped? Why?" I asked myself before taking a step forward and watched the light move as well. "Please, I just want to go home!" I shouted as the light continued its torture game with me, "I want to go see Dime, I want to make it to graduation, I want to make it to be an author, and I want to make it in my career!" I cried as I let my body collapse onto the ground as my eyes cried rivers of tears,

I stared at it long enough to consume the thought that I made it this far. I read the chapter from the top and made sure there are less errors. The feeling was unexplainable. I did it. I finished the novel. I took a deep sigh of relief as I saved it and closed my laptop. I stared at the view- mountains, big trees, green valleys, the lake, children playing with their kites-a home. While enjoying the view, a van suddenly stopped in front of our house. I waited until I saw a familiar figure of someone-her dark complexion, her cury hair, and finally..her lovely face.

I picked it up and read the title. Thousand moments to die by Alina Gupta. "You've read this?" I lifted my eyes up to see him nodding. Of course, he would read it. His best friend wrote it. "It was a heartbreaking novel." I was shocked when I learned about Alina writing. It wasn't something I knew about. Hell most of the school didn't know Alina write. When in the start of the year, I saw it on f*, I was curious to read it. I bought it and I ended it in a day.

He couldn’t quite shake the feeling this was all a long and detailed dream, and at any moment he may wake up and be back in that crappy studio apartment in South Carolina. He’d been told by some other successful writers he met at a conference the feeling would fade in time, but six years after the publication of his first novel, he still had a hard time believing his reality. The money, the notoriety, the public interest in his work. It all came with more pressure than he’d ever imagined, and he had to admit there were times he missed the simple life. He brushed his fingers down the wall, as if to reassure himself of its solidity. His imagination was working on the goofy side tonight. He hea

"Make sure not to wear those outfit that makes you look all innocent with an untouchable aura around you, much preferably, wear a off shoulder crop top, a mini skirt and a slut heels " "Yes boss lady" I replied sarcastically. "I'll be there in two hours" She said as she ended the call. That gives me an hour complete the novel I've been engrossed in all week. The novel was about a young,shy, naive, innocent, calm young lady named Ryella who was being cheated upon by her fiance and step sister who were having an affair behind her back, and also her father who despises her for no obvious reason. Due to 'bad luck', she stumbled upon some dirty secrets and informations that wasn't supposed to be

Does that mean he is watching everything I do? Until this very day, there are no reason for him to keep on living. The only thing he knew is that... he is living. He do whatever job it is needed for him to do. There is no goal other than earn money and not let the company that Oliver created fall into ruins. After this very day, there is a small candle inside him that started to shine as if a fire lit it up. Now, it is as if a new book was created. A new blank page started to write things....

The same apartment where she wrote her story which was claimed to be plagiarized. She caught the sight of her laptop and walked closer. She turned it on and the cover picture of one of the female lead werewolf story she was writing, popped up. Another hit that is one of her popular books. The perfect, drawn picture of her female lead. She smiled bitterly as she stared at it. Her female lead have everything in this world. Her life is so perfect with her prince charming and all. How pathetic. There is no happy life." she said and typed on the chapter she was working on.

he raises an eyebrow in my direction and sighs at my silence, “you seem to have made your life revolve around CF and forget that there is a world beyond the walls of your room” “I had no choice at birth,” I exclaim with exaggerated annoyance and get up abruptly from the chair, causing it to fall but no matter, “you think it's so easy to go out into the world and put my best face forward! No, you don't, you are in good health, while I remain with stupid cannulas in my nose because my lungs are unable to create more oxygen, day by day I think about death and I come face to face with it when I see myself in the mirror” My nostrils are dilated, my breathing accelerated by rage and tears flood my

EVERYTHING WRITTEN IN THIS BOOK IS FROM MY OWN IMAGINATION. I OWN EVERY COPYRIGHT TO THIS WORK/NOVEL!. I HOPE YOU AMAZING READERS ENJOY THIS STORY. AND PLEASE, I'M NOT GREAT WITH ENGLISH, IN CASE YOU SEE ERRORS, JUST PLEASE PARDON ME. PLUS, NOTE THAT THIS BOOK IS FICTION. DON'T CONNECT UNREALISTIC DRAMAS/ACTIONS TO REAL LIFE. . "Good job everyone, this movie is a great hit because of all your hard work!". The director said out loudly with an excited voice.

The title reads, "The Lost Bloodlines: A Forgotten Legacy." Excitement surged through both girls as they opened the book. Its pages were filled with handwritten notes and illustrations, detailing a secret society that had existed for centuries, guarding the knowledge of a special lineage—a bloodline with extraordinary abilities. As they read further, they discovered that their suspicions were correct. Tiffany and Hailey were indeed descendants of this ancient bloodline, born with unique powers waiting to be awakened. The clash they witnessed the night before was just the beginning, a sign that their journey was meant to unfold.