Put Me In A Story Novels & Stories

She was crying, pleading with a man. "I'm just an orphan. If I don't use some tricks, how would Mr. Reese ever care about me? Please, help me again. Let me make him feel guilty! Mr. Reese loves me, but because of my status, his family will never approve of me. He promised he'd marry me. I have to do something and make him feel guilty, so he'll feel sorry for me! Please, just one more time! I just need to pretend to jump off the building, and Mr. Reese will feel indebted to me for the rest of his life!" She was such a good actress.

Others weren't awake yet so I went back into my room to rest a bit. Just then, my eyes caught the head of books standing on my study-table. They stared back at me and I remembered the story I was working on. I haven't even find a title for my true-life story yet. 'How unfortunate, I'm so in need of money that I had to sell my most expensive assets to a bunch of losers. Or, should I keep this one for future use?' I thought as I opened the big note I was scripting the story. I remembered where I stopped the story last night, it was chapter 8. Where I and my beautiful family separated through the plane crash.

'' I mutter under my breath. ''So did he . . . '' My voice almost inaudible as I sigh deeply, ''That was a pretty good story, huh? Do you think I should publish it somewhere? Online? There's this website called Wattpad and I heard that it's quite good. You never know, people might be interested in our love life.''

That would involve a lot of thinking. "So what would happen to the current story I am updating?" "You can make the story a meta fiction. You can write about your life story and about your characters at the same time. You can easily make it a two in one story." "Easily? So what do you want me to write about myself? My life isn't even all that interesting. Shall I just formulate some sappy romance story for myself involving some hot jerk of a guy? Look, this does not even look too possible." I huffed, uneasy and uncertain about everything.

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I never thought how easily they would be able to check out stories or our paper trails. “I told you I would figure it out for myself. I knew who you were the second I laid eyes on you. I spent my life next to you, living with you. Do you really think I wouldn’t know you?” I’m standing ridiculously still and blank. I can’t react, not because I’m not trying to, but there’s a weird sense of freefalling and airlessness because our well put together story is being ripped apart right in front of me. I’m dazed and speechless and can’t think of how to get out of this.

What would stop Suit from constantly sending Anderson to a world where he was destined and designed to lose constantly. “Don’t be so dramatic.” As if reading Anderson’s mind, Suit spoke up. “Like I said earlier, the first story was just a test run for you to understand how things work. Things will be different next. Remember, just as your actions and decisions will affect the course of the story, so will the decisions and actions of others affect yours. I’m sure you understand what I mean.” Suit smiled with a knowing smile.

They felt like freedom. When Roman came home, I was still typing. He leaned against the doorway, watching me with that soft, curious smile of his. “What’s got you so focused?” he asked, walking closer. I looked up, blinking away the haze. “I’m writing something.” “Another blog post?” I hesitated before shaking my head. “Something bigger. I think… I think it’s time I tell my story.” He raised an eyebrow. “Your story?” I nodded, exhaling slowly. “Everything. From the beginning. Before you. With you. All of it.”

"The account needs to be popular before the story can go viral. If you need help with that, my doors will be open to you this evening." Remembering Marco's text, I had no choice but to go. My fingers trembled as I knocked on the door, I wasn’t afraid of him, but I didn’t want anything that would warrant me to promise him something I couldn’t give to him. “Hera, come in,” he smiled at me, flashing his pearly teeth. “I didn’t expect to see you so soon.” He added. That was a total lie, or maybe he was telling the truth, but I did tell him I was coming to see him, so we could focus on making the story go viral as soon as possible.

He snapped with frustration. I was taken aback by the emotional response of a stranger I had just met. He encouraged me to continue my story, so I shared how I had fallen in love with a man who worked at a bar and how I had to end the relationship because I wanted to escape my difficult situation, especially with my pregnancy.