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For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

I hated how steadying it felt. I stepped back before I could think too hard about that. "Just — explain. You said you'd seen this before. What did you mean?" "There's a novel," he said. "About a wolf warrior who enrolls at an academy and starts shifting into a black wolf instead of the rare white wolf she was born with. No one can explain it. Not at first." My pulse spiked. "Who wrote it?" "Sophie Miller, I think." The name hit me like a blow to the chest. The world tilted, sound rushing out of my ears until all I could hear was my own heartbeat, deafening.

The creature retracted really fast as if expressing it's shyness over the compliment. Asher stared at it in awe, he probably should have been scared. Maybe he was, but for now he'd continue using what he could to get what he wanted. Asher opened his mouth thinking of what to ask next. "Can you tell me what's going on?" It shook its tentacle but it still came forward to touch Asher, "It’s not safe, they're watching" it wrote whilst swivelling around as if it was trying to avoid being spotted, "go back, you're in danger." It wrote once more before it retracted into the tree like it never existed.

Out of the blue, Julian suggested taking me to Florence to clear my head. I agreed without hesitation. Florence was bathed in gentle, golden sunlight. The square was crowded with tourists, and the air felt warm and alive. Without warning, Julian dropped to one knee. He reached into his pocket and took out a ring. The design was delicate and unique. The band was formed from tiny diamonds arranged like intertwining flower branches, and at the center sat a smooth, luminous pearl that glowed softly in the sunlight.

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I just get it over with and give her some coins and a few extra as a tip. The silence that followed was deafening, I had lived through five years of explosions and battle cries that the presence of complete and utter silence was considerably unnerving for me. Nevertheless, it was comforting. I could hear the quiet murmurs of fellow patrons quietly discussing whatever civilian rhetoric they were going through. The smells from the melting cheese pot were starting to grip at my nose, so I dipped the bread into the pot and took a bite. The melted cheese felt like nothing I have ever tasted before. I expected the taste to remind me of home, cheese in olive oil was indeed something I used to eat b

Ivanna Striding between the rows of shelves, I scan through all the books. It's been a long time since I got new ones. Honestly, I don't find the time for reading anymore. "What about this one?" Christian grabs a copy of 'IT ENDS WITH US "Do you think I haven't read it yet?" I chuckle. "It's my favourite one. I told you already" Twitching his lips, he puts it back on the shelf. "You have so many favourites''

The emperor gives her the title of the kind saint and becomes engaged to the crown prince. Cliché story. Elise continues to read and the novel surprisingly has lots of genre. It was tiring to read and every chapter was composed of annoying scenes. Elise never thought that she would finish the book in a day. She feels drowsy after reading The End, even though she was hungry and wanted to eat but her eyes became sleepier. In her consciousness a golden light from the book shines brightly and takes Elise's soul away from her body. -- Elise wa

At that point, the tragic webnovel written by the AI had officially come to an end. Yes. In truth, I didn’t really understand what that eerie countdown and voice had ultimately rewarded me with. There was no earth-shattering transformation or gained superpowers, and I wasn’t transported to some alternate universe. It was just that, when I finally regained consciousness and woke up, my entire “story” was printed word-for-word in the novel I was currently holding in my hands. My name is Eva York, and I share the same name as the tragic female protagonist of the novel. I had simply been curious about how useful AI tools were these days, so I had asked it to generate a novel with my name.