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***"Kaima did not know that the 'Eraser' was just the 'Opening Scene'..." I realized then that the Reader wasn't just writing the world. The Reader was **reading** me. My thoughts, my resistance, my anger—it was all being turned into "Content." The more I fought, the more interesting the story became. The more interesting the story became, the longer the Reader would stay. To win, I didn't have to fight. I had to be **boring**. --- ### The Protest of Stillness

For I didn’t only hear the tale in the words. I saw it. I tasted it. I smelled it. Not through my own eyes, but through the eyes of those who had been with me, the perspective moving from person to person, giving me a bizarre sensation of omniscience. Like…like I was seeing events as the gods did. I observed myself, jaw pulled tight and amber eyes ablaze with anxiety, my step awkward and tortured. All around me, there were gasps as people in the audience felt an echo of what each step had been like for me, and I flinched.

AUTHOR’s NOTE Thank you for following the story up to this chapter. I will now be using third POV for the story and only interchanging to Arlo and Ivory’s POV when necessary. Thank you for understanding. AUTHOR’s POV The one disadvantage of being human is our inability to know what the other is thinking. The inability to understand the real reason for some silences, some frowns and some gazes. Arlo had it all— the fame, the money, the respect, not to mention the beauty. He had it all.

“But how do you always know?” “Because you go quiet in a very specific way.” He said gently. “And I have grown used to the way that you react, and it is now more natural for me to read you like an open book.” I shifted slightly, lifting my head just enough to look at him. “You’re very observant for someone who claims he can’t see.” “I don’t need sight to read you.” He said softly. “And I believe that I’ve memorized every part of you without needing sight at all. I just need to hear your voice, listen to you breathe, and touch you to understand you perfectly well.”

“This book is written by the Ancient One, my master. He taught me some of the language used here, maybe I could give it a try.” Hearing him, the omega’s face brightened up like a brightly lit lamp. He stood by his side like an obedient disciple and held the glass of water in it. Calhoun held the book wide open in one hand, balancing the heavy book in it while with the other hand he dipped his finger in the water glass and sprinkled some of it while reading the text in his mind. As if on cue, he saw something swirl in front of him, like a cloud of smoke but it was gone before he could even look at it clearly.

Something had befall him, he couldn't fathom what had happened. Steps could be heard faintly and that was Damien walking away without a care or knowledge of the world. But there someone stood up there, watching what had transpired between them. She crease her forehead not getting a single grasp of what was happening. ***** How was the first chapter readers? Show your support for the Author by ranking the story up. YONBADE Benjamin

The same Gaze Reader appears just outside her tent for a moment, before she casts a glance at us before disappearing inside. I’m assuming that’s our invitation in. Chase follows behind me, skeptical. The cloying scent of incense greets us, as the shadows of the tent swallow us up. On a cushion on the ground, is the same Gaze Reader with all the beads around her neck, her legs folded in front of her. She watches us, eyes a cloudy silver. Already it looks like she is staring into my soul. “I sensed you two would be coming,” she says flatly. Chase and I exchange glances, but sit down in front of her regardless. “You want help from me that I cannot give you.”

I went around, finding books everywhere, until I decided to sit and start to read. "She sent him a quick interesting look. 'In what way?'. She read the book out loud. "You have the advantage of seeing the people around you without having your own emotions color what you see. Observation without prejudice. It might be an interesting way to undertand yourself." She heard Fauve said the next few lines of Reeve Macgee of the story she's reading. "You already read this, haven't you?" I cite the obvious. He just smiled at me and shrugged his shoulders.

Another person who was watching them stood there burning with jealousy, his eyes filled with range, Third Person POV, “I entered mansion, everything here looked magnificent. I just came to wish Aru for his marriage, I know even he’ll be here, these two think they are smart, no one knows about their friendship but I know they act like enemies it’s all fake only to show outer world to distract their enemies. I’m not fool, but suddenly my eyes caught the glimpse of girl, to say she was average will be utterly lie, I have seen many girls in my life, but she was no compare to them, she was fucking so beautiful and hot, any man could fall for her. Her beauty is enough for men to beg for her, her e

he murmurs, his eyes lingering on me before he steps away. I turn my focus back to the screen, feeling the weight of the story pressing against my fingertips, and dive into the chapters from his point of view. Each line becomes an exercise in truth, revealing bits of him that even I hadn’t fully realized before. I let myself go deeper, daring to write with honesty, capturing the tension and rawness of his thoughts, feeling his intensity seep into every sentence.