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She repeated her earlier question. I'm staring at Nate with barely hidden amusement with an underlying annoyance. "Wow, Nate. You should consider a career in storytelling. The fiction side" He still isn't looking at me. If he were to fabricate a story, does he have to make me look like a fool in it?

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"Since when did you start following the story? Don't you really hate it?" "T-that that's because I wanted to find fault with the story you wrote, so yeah-" Aiden stuttered, couldn't find a good reason other than the fact that he liked the story. "You like the story, huh?" Asked Nina with a sly smile. "What? Like? How could that be! I don't-" "Really?" "Of course! Trash stories like that have no fun, only useless people would spend their time reading them-" "Hmm... really?" Nina showed increasingly intimidating stares and smiles, making Aiden even more overwhelmed to dodge.

“I can just send the pictures directly to your DM.” I yanked his phone from him for the second time today. “Posted,” I said to him. “Naughty girl." he bopped my nose with his fingers. “Well, you can't do without this naughty girl.” I laughed. “I am very happy that we are back together as friends.” “I am happy too. Let us gist. I am bored." “Gossiper!” “It is not gossip. it is gisting. They are two different things.” I hissed. He laughed. God! He looks very handsome when he laughs. I took a moment to register how he looks when laughing in my mind.

that I haven’t thought about myself. If this were really some W*****d kind of shit I’m in, then there must be something drastic to happen. However, when? What should I do? Yes, I’ve read fanfics about these kinds of stuff. But, I’m not them. I’m just an average human being. There’s nothing outstanding about me… If someone were to read this story, they’ll probably give up on the first few chapters. I mean, who wants to read a story about an introvert finally achieving her dream to escape reality and have something magical to her life?

Nafisa watched through the window as the city was rustling with noises. A particular girl caught her attention, the girl who was trying to set up the vendor for her mother was struggling with it. The girl looks moody. "What are you looking at babe" Hussain questioned as he inhaled the scent of her hair. She ducked her head away . "Out it"She whispered out. The butterflies in her stomach are disturbing, it felt like the time she is having them.

Alain suspected that his best friend was actually a stalker. “And, at the first meeting, he didn’t even glance at me. What was that? Even though I was right in front of him earlier, the look in his eyes never even fell on me. Am I not beautiful enough, Al?” The girl often used the nickname ‘Al’ for her best friend. Alain often complained about the choice of the nickname, but the girl didn’t bother. For him, the nickname ‘Al’ was like the symbol of the chemical element Aluminium, and that was not a good nickname. Moreover, the element had the atomic number 13, and he believed that 13 was an unlucky number.

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she asked. "I'm not sure if enjoy is the right word." "I certainly enjoyed it. Watching them try and fuck you out there with your clothes on was quite a turn on. And the best bit is: you're mine." "I think Janine has been chatting," he told her. "Janine gossips like an old hen. One of them mentioned your huge cock did they? I've heard the rumours; seems you have a penis that King Kong would be proud of." She smirked and sipped her drink. "Maybe we could try a few of the other girls for size over the next few weeks."

she chuckled. Natalie smiled. Anita grinned. “I like that. Play the game by their rules, but bend it toward us.” “Exactly.” Fiona tapped the edge of her notes. “Step two—we need a story. Perfume isn’t just about a bottle. It’s about what it makes people feel, the memory it unlocks, the identity it gives. Nat, that’s you. Your why, your journey—that’s what they’ll invest in.” Natalie shifted uncomfortably. “Me?”