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Life is a game and every day is a battlefield. I was one of those random schoolboys you met in your school doorway, the guy who sat on a park bench, a customer who bought chips, or a stranger who happened to pass by. I thought that I would live my life just as low-key as my parents. Get a job, build a house, get married, have kids, grow old, and eventually die. A life that is a lot different like those fancy books, novels, or TV series. I never even imagine I would end up meeting a girl once, a strange one.

“What can we expect in that story?” “Is Sindy Kate really gone?” The questions continued, and I was like a deer caught in the headlight. My teeth started to tatter, and the flashes were blinding me. I swallowed all my nerves and smiled. “Yes, I am writing a novel. It’s fiction but inspired by my life experience. I want to inspire all the women out there, in all walks of life, that it is okay to dream high, not to give up when things get tough. I want to show them that I may be born into a privileged family, but life isn’t always perfect.”

No need to rush, the distance from this apartment to the campus is not far so that I freely manage my time. On the other hand, I'm also a writer. Yes even though not a famous writer. I'm just an ordinary writer who is not widely known, I have completed a book. A novel book about the life of a vampire king with a happy ending. Yes vampire king who has gained his throne, he is feared by everyone and always becomes mysterious in this world.

Chapter Thirty Day Seven Bisola woke up to the jingle of the alarm beside her bed, after waking up, Bisola groan very hard, right now what she hated the most in her entire life was her alarm which she nicknamed Small beast, because whenever she was enjoying her sleep, the alarm always decided to disturbed her precious sleep.

The hope of friendship still lingers in my mind. Despite my struggling life with my roommate my new novel gained momentum, which was focusing on the lives of wealthy individuals, I found myself caught up in the writing process. My editor, Henry, was pleased with my work, and it felt great. My new novel is based on my current situation. But picturing Haze to be more sweet, extraverted, and delicate. Each morning, I would wake up and head to the private gym in the apartment building that I had discovered a few weeks ago. Haze never mentioned its existence, and when I asked her about it, she simply shrugged and said, "You never asked," with an indifferent expression.

Ah, I've been waiting for that question since earlier. "I'm glad you asked. You see, this is the real world. Reality. But what you're living in could be called another world, but a different world where people from the real world such as us, create plots and characters to our own liking. That is what we call a book, or a novel. We read it but you get to live a life in that world of yours with your own thoughts, dreams, ideals, ambition, interests and actions, but it will all follow according to the Author's plot. And if the story is finished, I'm not sure what happens next. And the world you are living in is called 'Endless Poison Love', its a fantasy-romance novel." I explained.

Dawn, day and night are the same, to make money. Thamrin City, there I made new friends Pohan, Nia, Khisor, Dety, Sri and some of my other friends. Which gave me the meaning of the struggle of life, really struggling and rising from the collapse of domestic life. Where I feel, looking for a mouthful of rice is a struggle, where buying diapers and baby milk is like buying gold and diamonds. Aliando, he is my new special friend, a story of one fate and struggle in Jakarta. Month after month I began to know the figure of Aliando, mysterious, like a veil of mystery. Are you sure? Are you sure there is only one love in his heart?