Novel & Cerita My Own Little World

Hi everyone, I’m Alphamini, the author of "My Little Mate". Before we dive into the story behind this book, let me share a bit about myself. My real name is Shivani Sharma, and I'm a part-time author with five years of writing experience. My favorite genres include Vampire, Werewolf, Billionaire, Young Adult, and Fantasy. Besides writing novels, I enjoy reviewing and providing feedback on other authors’ story outlines and the first five chapters of their books. I also have a passion for researching writing techniques and materials.

After multiple similar suicide attempts, Ivy's threat no longer work for them. "Get down now. It's embarrassing when others know about this." Mike frowned, growing extremely annoyed with Ivy's desperate attitude. "Dad, Mom, are you going to let them insult me?" Irene was fed up with Ivy's desperate attitude as well. "You don't love yourself. You keep threatening us with your life. We have had enough." They knew that blindly indulging her would only boost her arrogance. She would only get more and more arrogant. Ivy looked at Mike and Irene, as well as Keith who looked disgusted. She had made her decision. She looked down at the air mattress that was already properly set up by the firefighter

It took a while before he finally replied, "Yes, but you forgot about me a long time ago. I never forgot you. Actually, you were kind of my savior." He related the story. Steven had grown up in an orphanage. My parents used to bring me along when they volunteered there. Back then, I was a tomboy with short, messy hair. I was even more wild and rowdy than the boys. Once, I had helped a little boy in the orphanage. I had chased off a bunch of kids who were bullying him. I had even declared boldly to all the other kids, "He's my little brother now. If anyone bullies him again, I'm not bringing any snacks for you guys."

Little does he know that it wasn’t a secret to me. I laughed wickedly, stepping on the gas as I drove to the tiny house farther from town. Better be in here, Lorenzo, and I might just spare your life. I parked my car, stepping out of the vehicle. I scanned my environment, my eyes darkened as it fell on a figure. Weren’t the heavens working in my favor? Lorenzo was seated right outside the hut with his head thrown back. A smile crept on my lips, reaching for my gun from the back.

I moved in and out of reality, my dreams full of terrible visions. In one, the world seemed to implode, taking both Candy and Mirele into a swirling vortex of hellish flames, desperately screaming my name as they fell. I had the faces of the various controllers scream at me, condemning me and my very existence. I found myself trapped in a small enclosure like one of the zoo animals, starving and weak, fed only when the zookeeper came in to use me for his sick, sexual fantasies. I heard the cries of dying children, the screams of the little girl I'd saved, and the roar of lions that pursued me relentlessly.

"I don't know what you've been through in the past seventeen years of your life, but it was lonely, right? Same silent reply, but she nods eagerly. The following words I'm about to say is perhaps all talk, and it may be a bluff, it may be too arrogant, and it may be too much for me to handle, but it's something I will devote my life to if necessary. I've decided! The reason I came to this world is to grant my parent's last wish and to do that, I'll create my own little world, and Riaru has to be part of it even if it's temporary.

I approached the door slowly when I heard the word that shook my world. "That Delia is such a fool." And it was no other person than my mother who said that. What in the world was going on?

They would make fun of me again. Dear no one So today I decided it's enough. I'm going to kill myself. I know it, if someone doesn't get their before me, I'm going to do it. I'm swallowing all the pills, this bottle has about thirty of them. I hear their is another world after this one, I hope they accept broken souls, or maybe I'll be grateful if I just turn into a pile of animated dust. Dear no one I woke up again. I am supposed to be dead, but I am still in my old room. It seems even God doesn't like people like me and returned me back to this shithole called earth.

he exhaled with great reluctance. "So there is another world beyond the human realm," I muttered absently. He scoffed. "It's nothing like the wizarding world, I assure you." He looked away and mumbled to himself again, "It's more like the fucking Flintstones." The real Rum seems to enjoy mumbling to himself. "Can I visit it?" He spun around with a fierce look. "NO." "Why not? You came to ours. It's only fair that we go to yours." "You seemed to talk pretty confidently now, Dirty Rosey." A smirk appeared in those fine lips.

My fiancée and my best friend were the top partners at a multi-million-dollar law firm, while I was just the guy handling the administrative work. In the courtroom, they were in perfect sync, trading fierce legal arguments and sharing an effortless dynamic. In their personal lives, they casually flirted through law jokes that only the two of them understood. I could never get a word in, edge-wise. Every time they laughed, I offered a painfully awkward smile. Even at my mother's funeral, nothing changed. They chatted merrily in front of her coffin, eventually breaking into audible laughter. “Clara, can you greet the guests?” I called out to her. I was the only child in the family, and a