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I didn’t like the way he was pestering. “But I still don’t get it, how will you justify pilfering two cigarettes from Nisimda's packet with your nonsense. And what the hell has my writing to do with this.” “Oi baal, don’t call my idea nonsense, kela. It’s not like your dhekara book, okay? Keep writing, writing, writing…finish off hundred diaries and notebooks and wherever one can write, and yet say like those girls from Sen Merries ‘Itsh nat uptoda shtandaar yu knaw, I nid to wark on it farther’ and then one day, you see all those pages being eaten up by termites.”

“Just look at them. They only have those few things to say, such as me having a mental problem, being indecent, promiscuous, and fooling around with men like the female lead. They insist that the characters in the novel are a reflection of the author. What a joke.” The author chuckled as she went on, “I’m single and I don’t care about men at all. I’ve been traveling around the world. How would I have time to fool around with men? Based on their logic, authors who write ghost stories are ghosts themselves, and those who write murder mysteries and criminals too? How stupid of them.” “Yeah,” Rosalie said. “Novels are all fictional and made-up. Authors write stories based on what they see and he

“You said that you read the novel in that world, can you tell me about the plot and why did I become a villain? I feel that there's something suspicious with the content of the book, much more the author of the book. Did the author of the novel that you read have a supernatural power that can see the future of the other world? I always have this feeling that this world, which is our original world isn't made by the author, much more because of the novel. The author of the book you read is suspicious.” I looked at him wide-eyed as I cheerfully kissed his cheeks. “You thought so too? Back then I have already been suspicious of the author whose pen name was ‘zero’. Back in that world, I happene

She became the writer of 1 million novels, with over a thousand writers each of a thousand writers. - Well, she dedicated the stolen novels from other dimensions of other writers that she murdered in another reality, to every demon that helped her in the great revolution where she got rid of every novelist, writer, screenwriter and artist, like Rob Liefield, in which she killed every one of them before they finished writing their novels. So, she had Joanne Rowling's finished works of three dimensions, in which one of them, she wrote a vampire novel, in another dimension, she wrote a wizard novel, in another dimension, in which she wrote werewolf novels.

This time, this production of director Li was estimated to fight internationally for recognition and awards. The author of the story was none other than the famous writer 'Enigmatic YQ'. The author was truly an anonymous one. Even though no one knew of the gender of the author, or the belonging and nativity, everyone was smitten by his works, nonetheless. Till now, this author has only written 5 works out of which 3 were about brutal gang life and gang love, while one was horror. This book was the only book he had written purely about love with some mysterious emotions.

People don’t run after me, there are always people who are better and guys don’t really go for someone with brains. “Hey, you have to believe in yourself. Just like how you are my number one fan, that’s how I will be yours too.” “You won’t even read any of my writing.” “That is a lie, I have read all your writings, except the voluminous ones. The ones which are as big as our biology text.” Noah fake shudders like the thought of the length alone was a nightmare. “They are called Novels.” I corked an eyebrow at him. “They take hours to read.” He returned as he uprooted a grass and used it to tickle my face.

Possibly. So, I had my people dig into it. Turns out “Nova,” her pseudonym, is real. She’s an author, and from what I’ve seen, her books aren’t half bad. They’re filthy—dark, twisted. She has a mind that revels in the shadows. But this move? This was reckless. I need to know if she’s genuine or if she’s playing some kind of dangerous game.

Yardley Novellas: A Season in Hell by Kenneth W. Cain Quiet Places: A Novella of Cosmic Folk Horror by Jasper Bark The Final Reconciliation by Todd Keisling Run to Ground by Jasper Bark Devourer of Souls by Kevin Lucia Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love by Mercedes M. Yardley Wind Chill by Patrick Rutigliano Little Dead Red by Mercedes M. Yardley Sleeper(s) by Paul Kane Stuck On You by Jasper Bark Anthologies:

Congratulations, you have ruined any nonexistent chance you might have had with him. ‘That’s so cool! So what have you written till now? How many best sellers? I am an avid reader myself. Don’t tell me, you are that anonymous Sarah J. Williams who is there but not there. Why are you anonymous? Why hide this charming face and talents? I love all of those works. Dorky And The Hoes. Once In My Cunt. The Spicy Daddy. And The Exotic Empress. Damn! Those were hilarious.’

She put into words all she saw from the moving picture. But she did something else other than tell the truth. She wrote a character that resembled her in those stories. At least, even just in her novels, she would create friends that wanted her. At least, even just in her novels, she would be able to live the life she could never have lived in reality. At least, even if it's just in her novels, she wouldn't be alone. Day and night she wrote and wrote until she filled pages and pages with words of truth. She wrote until there wasn't a fairy tale lie she couldn't expose anymore.