Self Written Mga Nobela at Kwento

My legs were longer and my self-esteem was much bigger. I appreciated the Lady looking at me in the mirror from different angles, grinning from ear to ear. The cloth was showing too much cleavage so I went into the wardrobe to grab a Jean jacket with flat strap sandals. The cloth was very simple but my curvy made it look like I was overdressed. I stretched my hair and did light makeup, consisting of only a mascara and nude lipstick.

Did I just apologize? “It’s okay, I should have listened when my editor told me it wasn’t a good idea to write a piece of science fiction.” I imagined her shrugging. An awkward silence fell for a moment before we both spoke at the same time, and I gave her the opportunity to go first, asking if she had family that would miss her or perhaps a man in her life. Sadly, she didn’t which meant nobody would be coming to look for her. I had tried the pack link a couple of times by now but there was nothing. I knew there would be since we flew somewhere and we were too far for anyone in the pack to hear me. It was just the two of us together in this mess that I had created. Sebastian’s POV

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

SUBJECT: I am still not enough Infinity Ramos (InfinityRamosSantos@g***l.com) to Paolo Elroy Santos (PaoloElroySantos@g***l.com) Mahal, I am accustomed to other people belittling me and my achievements. My profession and my passion. If you can only remember everything your family said to me, that was nothing.

Just ink moving across paper. I didn’t write a manifesto. I didn’t craft a speech. I wrote a letter. Quiet and personal. Not to the world. Not to the past. To myself. I wrote about the stillness. About the way the mornings felt now. About the long road I had taken just to get here, to this soft morning sun and this cup of coffee and this skin I could finally sit inside without bracing. I didn’t name every trial. I didn’t need to recount every fall. I simply wrote what was true.

I had no idea what I was writing and I had deleted what I wrote last night. I was scrolling through my F******k when I remembered I hadn’t texted Alanna back. I still hadn’t heard back from Jake and it was almost 11 o’clock. Maybe I should text him and cancel. I wasn’t leaving the house today anyway. First I had to text Alanna back. ‘Thank you! Why did he say something?’ Why was it so hard to write about yourself? What was I suppose to put in it? I started to type what I was thinking. I began with my gran raising me, about my mom passing when I was young, my life growing up in Florida.

Also I opened up an I*******m account for my books. -sibisulikhona or my personal one is sibisulikhona2020

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] [Someone who fights over an apple leaving is probably for the best. [Don’t blame yourself. You didn’t do anything wrong.] When I saw those comments, I didn’t feel much at all.

I slowly swallowed in disgust and as he finally walked away to where he parked his car, I breathed a sigh of relief. I opened my door and went straight to where my laptop was kept. I checked my mails but there was no message from any of the four companies I had applied to work for before Star Entertainment. I decided to take the bull by the horn since the day was still young. I was going to visit these companies one after the other and give them a hundred and one reasons why they needed to hire me. Jack's POV