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ISABELLE’S POV I flip the page of the book with the help of my left hand. The name of the book which I am currently reading is “The tales of Ash Ville”. It is a nice book and it includes the horror stories of the town. It is a fictional book but I like it and has captured my attention. I found this in the library a few weeks back and I thought to read it. Today I saw it in the books which I had not read so I decided to read this one.

As I entered the bedroom, I noticed the bags; I forgot how many we had. I was about to turn and thank Alexandre for walking me to my room when I noticed something crawling on the bed. "Is that..." my words trailed as I stepped toward my bed and saw a tiny gray puppy. I rushed and snatched her off the bed, adoring her sad puppy eyes. She was so tiny and had small wrinkles. “Oh my goddess, she's gorgeous!” I exclaimed. Alexandre approached me and took the puppy; she seemed even smaller in his hands. “She is a Lilac Blue Brindle French Bulldog. I thought you might like a friend whenever I am not around,” he said, returning her to me.

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The mansion was huge, with room after room of beautiful furnishings and intricate decorations. I felt like I had stepped into a fairy tale, with Daniel as my handsome prince. But as we walked through the mansion, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to Daniel's story than he was letting on. And as we finally reached the last room, a beautiful bedroom with a stunning view of the gardens, I couldn't help but wonder what other secrets Daniel was hiding away from me. " This so massive." I said with a smile on my face, while I still looked around, still trying to process the whole scene.

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Another cart of food was brought in, and we quickly dug in whilst getting back to sorting through the mountain of ancient tomes. After eating my fill of fruit tarts, and honeyed pastries, I plopped down on Azrael’s lap. Together we sat at the desk along the far wall, facing Orion who was seated on the sofa across the room. Nestled against his chest, his chin resting on my shoulder, I began to scan the pages he flitted through. Most were legends about the beasts and how they’d travel throughout the cosmos, both omniscient and immortal. The pages were littered with smaller stories about knights waging wars in their names, and kingdoms not of this world making sacrifices in hopes of receiving a

They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

I walked into my room and was shocked to see a portrait of me and Raymond hung on the wall. My excitement was beyond my control, I just stood there as tears streamed down my face. I wished the world was like this, all beautiful like the portrait. I walked towards the bed, the smell of rose flowers engulfing the atmosphere. The room was redecorated, with sculptures and different artworks beautifying each corner. It could be described In a word as perfect. I sat on the neatly arranged bed, with roses lithered on it. “What is the name?” a tiny little voice asked from the crowd.

Serena relayed their lovestory to her family. Via dreamily clasped her hands. "How romantic, Serena! Just like what you usually see in the movies but it's even more thrilling in real life!" "And in the end, we're now working at the same field." Serena added. "---speaking of work, can you tell me how you ended up being a novelist and scriptwriter when we know you are studying a Business Management course in Australia?" Paolo suddenly asked, and Serena can sense that he was implying something. Serena heaved a sigh of relief when their butler calls them for lunch. At least she was saved by the bell this time...

A pair of arms wrapped around me, and I instantly settled into the familiar embrace as both of us watched the sun set over our kingdom. I couldn’t help the squeal of delight that escaped my mouth. I had finally completed my book, 1001 Dark Tales. The look on my editor’s face was one of disbelief when I announced I was stopping all other books to focus solely on that one. I guess writing 1001 Dark Tales takes a long time, four years to be exact. Still, I had written enough books with the help of my quill that I had more than a steady income.