Novel & Cerita Popular Romance Writer

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.

Was it from a novel Paige had read before? "What? Do you also think I'm right?" Chris asked with a smile. Paige refuted, "You should read fewer messy novels." Who would have thought that someone like Chris, a CEO, actually liked reading all sorts of romance novels? Did he ever imagine himself in those novels, fantasizing about being the male lead? Chris said, "I don't read any messy novels. I read the painstaking works of the authors." Paige was at a loss for words. Did she also not read the authors' painstaking works? Such double standards.

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I ask him. He shrugs his shoulders. “I didn’t always write romance. I wrote thrillers, mysterious as I kid. Aiden would always steal my notebooks to read, he’d later add romance to them. Aiden’s a talented writer. When I started out, he helped me a lot until I felt comfortable enough to write romance on my own. Not that I believe in most of the bull I write about…” he says before biting into his pizza. I don’t say anything about his last comment. “So, some of your books are collaborations with your cousin?” I ask.

That’s usually how my mornings go, or afternoons, or nights. I mean don’t all writers have a routine like this? Well if they don’t well that’s just perfect! Am spiraling in my head again! Welcome to the shitshow called my life! My name is Alessia Bellandi and am the less than perfect romance or rather dark romance writer. I don’t really like those tags! Since I write what I like! You would think a successfully famous author like me with a long list of best selling novels shouldn’t be this disorganized or introverted but that’s just been my reality.

My legs begin to shake and I blush shyly. "You belong to me right now and no other guy, so I can touch you as I wish." I blushed, enjoying this statement. “As a romance author, a bestseller, my readers often ask and imagine themselves if I'm being motivated to write such good stories that the whole world loves,” he lowered his head, bringing up a deep sigh. Then he raised his eyes back to me. “They must have wondered how my love life is, that I have a beautiful one not knowing I had none.”

Polly reacted. “And I am a soon to be…well almost a published romance author” Grace retorted, “Let send him that email” Polly rolled her eyes, “You are dark romance Author, Grace. You write raunchy romance. Dark male characters, not some sweet sugar doctor” Polly argued. I chuckled as I watched their antics, Grace slapped a hand to her chest to feign pain. “Well, okay. I will leave it to you” Grace raised her hands in surrender.

[Francis Davis, 1990-2023] No final words of wisdom and no heartfelt farewells. Just the dates marking the beginning and end of their stories, with a tiny dash in between to represent everything in between. That tiny dash was their whole world. They fell hard for each other, fought fiercely, and in the end, they went down together.

The email I had scheduled for Victor was my final judgment of him and my final farewell to that ridiculous marriage. When the contents of the email blew his world apart, I was sitting in an apartment in a small town by a snowy mountain, far away from the chaos. There was no mafia family here, nor was there anything to do with Victor. There was just a silent room and a window with a view of the snowy peaks. I started a new life under the name “Carolyn Dawn”, bidding farewell to the poor Zoe who spent her whole life carefully trying to prove herself.

The soft click of Sienna's heels echoed through the marble lobby of Cole Enterprises as she stepped out of Damien's sleek black car. The reporters positioned outside fell silent. Cameras flashed instantly, their flashes capturing every moment of this budding fake romance that was already causing quite a stir. Sienna had dressed the part perfectly. A scarlet dress clung to her curves, endorsed by her smokey eye makeup and rich crimson lips. She exuded the aura of a woman in control- as if she hadn't just weathered a heartbreak a month ago.