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I was so intent on writing that I didn't notice that Loreta had approached me again. “Is everything all right?” “Yes,” I said with a smile. “I had a long time without inspiration to write, so I'm finally thinking about my next novel.” “Alessandro told me you write romance,” Loreta said with a smile. “I look forward to reading that, Chiara. I know it will be fun.” I nodded and went back to my room. The problem was that Alessandro's lack of scent drove me completely crazy.

Rejena Writing has always been my passion. In high school it was short little poems, then after that, journaling had become my number one go to as I was struggling to talk to people about my thoughts and emotions. Writing as much as reading had been my safe haven and I have lost my passion for writing when work came in the way. The books I had been writing for the past year were books I started writing two years ago and after Collen passed away, I just didn’t feel that passion anymore. For one, I write romance books. How are you supposed to write romance books when every time you even consider getting romantic with someone, you feel like you are cheating on the person that you loved and neve

"Whatever happened to love each other first then... then doing the deed after. Is everyone after physical contact only these days? What about getting to know each other first? Chivalry? Romantic date?" I sighed and stopped spinning, facing my laptop and visiting a bookstore's site to see what books sell. Ah, of course, my book wouldn't be in the top 10, and I didn't hope so; what's staring back at me is the top 10 best-selling books for the week, where five of ten are Erotic Romance books. "And I thought my company wouldn't be like other companies who are after profit; I was wrong. Then again, business is business."

My goal was not just to create a romance, but to create an experience one that lingers with you even after you turn the final page. I also want to acknowledge something very important: stories like this exist because of readers like you. Your support, your encouragement, and your love for romance fiction make it possible for writers like me to continue creating. Every time you choose a book, every time you connect with characters, and every time you invest your time in a story, you are part of something much larger than the pages in your hands.

I would like to express my gratitude to Editor Yino, who encouraged me to challenge myself with this story, and I will greet you next with my upcoming work. I am still a novice author in the novel world because I previously wrote many stories and am only now publishing them one by one. I read only physical paper books and do not read web novels at all, so the texture of my writing is a bit different from others. Even the genres I have read are things like detective stories, fantasy, Anglo-American literature, Nordic thrillers, and Japanese mysteries. Because of this, my writing carries its own unique color. There is a noir-style triangular romance featuring a cross-dressing woman where an ag

He watched her, his gaze steady and unnervingly focused. “Tell me,” he said, breaking the silence she had fallen into. “Why Keats? Of all the poets who have wrestled with illicit yearning, why did you anchor your work to him?” Scarlett hesitated. No one had ever asked her that. “Because it’s raw. It’s not romantic, it’s obsession, the ache that overtakes you, the pain that feels necessary. It mirrors real life, doesn’t it?”

I said softly, “how you can write multiple romances based on a single topic.” “Hm,” Rome murmured. “For example,” I continued, my thoughts flowing more freely now, “two people might meet at the same place. A cafe. A workplace. A school. But the way they fall in love will never be identical.” Rome leaned slightly closer to the railing beside me. “Why is that?” he asked. “Because people are different,” I said. “Their wounds are different. Their fears are different. Their hopes are different.” He nodded slowly.

How I met him was quite a meet-cute, never have I been in a relationship this passionate. He was everything and supported me, he gave me all I ever asked for. Since I first met him at the club, where I turned from a waitress to a striper, he had always hovered around me. He made me felt special, I could see his love for me in his eyes. We never had any problems, just small irrelevant arguments. I have been dreaming about the day he would propose to me, to be sincere, I have never been this patient in my life.

I'll come up with some random bullshit and hope that they will take the pitch. "I am thinking of a more romantic theme. All my books revolve around the harsh realities of politics and religion. I love writing them. But some of my readers love the idea of me writing romance. These types of books have always been something that I want to work on." I say with no desire to write. The other line goes silent for a few seconds before they reply.

A/N Thank you for your continued support. Hope you enjoyed this short, completed and simple love story. Just a feel good romance, where there aren't any villains, only misunderstandings and a lot of loving. A list of books I have written: *A Rancher's Fall (Romance) *A Chance At Love (Romance) *A Alpha's Chance At Love (Werewolf Romance) A reminder that all my books are mature. I accept constructive criticism, bullying in any forms is unacceptable.