Re-written Novels & Stories

“Keep calm while we fight, just pray all manner of prayers, there lies our hope, don't cry too much o, your classmates and family miss you “. The principal ended and left him. Shola was filled with emotions and joy. He couldn't overcome the thoughts of Victoria making a move for him through the parents. He regretted every act of evil he did to Victoria and wished to see her anytime he was out of touch. Shola also agreed with every point they have dropped for him and decided to start afresh with God from scratch. He rededicated himself to God and promised not to think of any other thing for long if not God's deliverance of man from sin and its power.

Ariane’s POV “Yes, that’s all I want,” he replied, his eyes sparkling with hope. “We’re going to take this step together. I want to mend the pieces and try to be in your life again.” Instantly, a new glimmer of hope entered my life, and though this journey would not be easy, I knew that this moment was the beginning of something beautiful—a chance to rebuild lost connections, hear each other’s stories, and start a new chapter in a life that had been separated for so long.

I'm losing concentration. I try to remind myself why I can't want Chase or even think about him. He's not my kind of man. If I want to give a relationship a second chance it should be with someone like Anderson. He's older, hard working, good looking, sweet. He's everything every woman would want. But every passing day I just can't help myself but think about Chase. How I wished I could have him again. I want Chase to be mine and only mine. And staring at his date as he gives her the gentlest smile, I just wished I was the one. I shake my head at how fucked up I've become because of a man I can't have. I remind myself for the gazillionth time Chase is a man I can't have. It's time to let him

The extremely kind Iris swung his small fist and punched Daisy on the back. “Oh, it's so comfortable. Life is happier than fairies.” Daisy swayed her back, curved like a shrimp, leaning straight up. Without saying a word, she wrapped her arms around Iris and gave him a strong warm kiss on the cheek. Iris's face was confused, letting her caress him. Throwing a look for help at his abandoned uncle.

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With his hands firmly holding Yoori's, Jas rested his head on her chest. He had tried everything within his means to bring her back, but he had terribly failed. For once, he thought that maybe he had mistaken the love he had for her. He thought that maybe the love wasn't enough at all. But what if his love was not enough? He would learn how to make it enough later because, right then, he had only one job: to bring her back, and there was no way he should fail or else he was going to lose her forever!

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

When I tried to write out everything that had happened, it only made things worse. [Still trying to clear your name? Shameless.] [Ban him permanently. He's a disgrace.] [Feel bad for Mr. Lowell. Feel bad for his fiancée. How did they end up with someone like this?] Someone even edited a fake memorial photo of me, with the caption: [Those who send 'OK' deserve to die.] It spread through every social group like wildfire.

It definitely was not a dream. In several webnovels, the essence of a rewrite was to change the major plots, and most commonly, the ending- especially saving the original story's main character. He shuddered, realizing the terrifying conclusion. He had been sent here, armed with all the knowledge of future events, to act as the crazy prince's guardian angel. As Keith moved to walk past him, Mars stepped directly into his path. "I'm going with you," he declared. Keith raised a brow, half-amused, half-annoyed by the obstruction. "Let me go with you," Mars pleaded, his light blue eyes wide and earnest.

« To my dear crowned prince whom I sincerely care for, Did you spend a good week without me ? I remember someone saying that he’ll have a bad time without me. Even now, when summer is soon ending, the birds are singing, and the flowers are blooming beautifully, I wonder if you feel the wonderful weather outside or you are drowning in the pile of works that were awaiting your dear hands, missing every touch of it. I thank you in advance for your next letter, and I hope that I’ll see you soon. Sincerely, Your beloved Bonine. » This was my twenties letter; I had to rewrite it several times since I am used to getting back to every teasing he had made me experience. Even when the test ended and w