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Not of worlds. Not of stories. A map of people. Countless tiny lights filled its pages. Each light represented an Author somewhere across existence. One by one... those lights began disappearing. The First Reader whispered, "Someone is hunting the Authors." The little girl pointed toward the center of the map. One light burned brighter than all the others. Unlike the rest... it wasn't fading. It was growing. A single word slowly appeared beside it. ELIAS At that exact moment... the Last Editor's black pen shattered completely.

The Bonding Love (Ver. English) Writer by Mamaya Writer This novel is written solely from the imagination of the writer. The plot, location, culture, beliefs, religion, and characters do not exist. Dear readers, please use discretion when reading. It's all just a hypothesis to write it all over again. Prologue In the year 199X,

“Before I became your daughter.” She remembered the empty space. A presence watching. A consciousness outside creation. Not the Observer. Something beyond it. “The Observer wasn’t the highest power.” Noah nodded. “It was only a guardian.” Sophia asked: “Guardian of what?” Seraphina whispered: “The Reader.” The Difference Lucien frowned. “What’s the difference?” Noah answered: “The Observer watched the story.” He pointed toward the page. “The Reader decides which story is allowed to exist.” Silence. Sophia looked at the sentence predicting her death.

he inquired casually. She seemed startled from her reading, "O-oh. No. Just...looking at some illustrations." "Ah." He could smell a nervous scent wafting off of her. She was lying. But he didn't press the matter. He was too busy presently. Twillow stared at the illustrations and the fancily scrawled heading that read: Giants. The illustration looked like a horrible, drooling, sharp-toothed, yellow-eyed demon, with gray skin, a thick matted beard, and towered over the scribbled trees.

I didn't want Alexis to leave at the same time I didn't want him to hear what the seer would say to me, he seemed nervous about leaving me alone with the seer and I hated that. The seer waited for Alexis to leave before her eyes began to dart around me. “I can't believe you are real. I saw in it, where is my book?” She was running about the whole place now and her large dress made it difficult for her. When she eventually grabbed a large book and opened it I noticed there were illustrations everywhere, most of them in color, it was obvious why it attracted her attention. Some of the images depicted wolves. One showed a woman lying next to a human corpse covered in fur. There were so many pic

Golden light fell in a perfect circle, catching her small, trembling hands as she opened the final page. It was blank. But not empty. The book did not speak in words alone. It breathed. As her fingers brushed the parchment, images flickered in the air—images so vivid she felt she might step into them. She saw Elara standing beneath a sky torn by thunder and fire, hair loose, eyes wide with defiance and hope, her hands always empty, always open. She saw Kael, tall and silent, his presence steady as a tree in storm, a gentle shadow at Elara’s side.

With the fear of hitting someone in the head is she just let it go, she put the jar back to one of the shelves and think to herself that after this fall, she might as well stumble and falls down a seemingly endless staircase. Words that means not just a story, now something that can be read straight out of a story book. But it was the words that means so much to the character of this world and book that HE wrote and looking out carefully, for it describes and foreshadow their current lives and the inevitable future. “I see.” He whispers. Falling, or perhaps he already did. Somehow being summoned by a force he could not recognize or name. He tightens his grip, observing and knows that, the pe

The editor, Natasha Collins was full of smiles, proud of the decision she made. “By the way, I was reading the reviews at Goodreads and I saw a lot of them requesting to have an illustrated version of the book. They say that they felt like they could picture the scenes vividly in their heads and they want to see it with their own eyes.” The illustrator, Lisa Holloway said. “Hmm.. let’s have a meeting on this. I think it would be a good project, especially with how the book was well received.” Noah rubbed his chin in contemplation. “Could you ask if she is writing a new book?”

A pause. “You’re looking in the wrong direction.” “Who the hell are you?!” I bellowed. The scent… the presence… it was everywhere. It coiled like smoke around my mind. I couldn’t lock onto him—couldn’t sense him. “What the fuck is this creep?” Scott barked, spinning like a madman. “I can feel him. I can feel him everywhere!” “This is Omniscient,” Sylvia said, her voice oddly calm. “I’ve read about it. A rare skill… the user creates a mental realm and drags others inside. It can be physical, spiritual—or mental. We’re inside his constructed space.”

he ordered and she opened to that page, "read!" Did he brought her here to read novel for him? What sort of a weird man is this? She began to read the novel out loud for him while he listened. She also got interested in the novel as it was about a powerful immortal lycan king that rules all packs and their alphas in the past. He was like a god. She continued reading out loud that she didn't even bother to look at him anymore, about thirty minutes later, she raised her gaze up to him just to see that he was still following but his two eyes were closed.