Self Written Novels & Stories

Remember the message I type in each letter slowly, my expression unreadable even to myself as my fingers moved against the keyboard the sharp clacking sound filling the room. “𝙞 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙮𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙢”

If only I wasn't too ambitious to get noticed by him. "Uh huh..." he smirks and dangles the said note in front of me. Yup, it's also in my handwriting. The ugly scribbly kind that he knows for the twelve months and twelve days as mine. Not because it has some kind of importance, but just because no one can match my one-of-a-kind wonky-writing result. "I'm...yeah, that's...I'm..." I stutter, struggling to jumpstart my brain to make an excuse, any kind of excuse, even a lame one...anything...oh, come on...

', He thought to himself. Author's special: Let me know whom should I interview next & questions if you have any. Thank you for the support and love for the story.🙂💜

She says as she smiles. “Good luck babe!” I say. “Thanks...” Alaia says as she smiles. I walk to my workplace and lean on the seat. I inhale deeply and stare at the computer screen. I have no inspiration today “Uggghhhhh…..” I groan as I keep thinking for 30 minutes, then I got something on my head. I write my first sentence on the computer and finish the article in hours. I send the article to Lena’s email. And I got a text from Lena after that “Let’s make it happen! Lol X Lena”

That memory felt tainted now. Still crying, still angry, I marched into the kitchen and pulled out my checkbook.My fingers hovered over the top check. Just paper, but it felt like stone in my hand. Like if I wrote this, there’d be no walking it back. My throat burned. One deep breath, then another. I blinked twice and just… did it. Quick. Before my courage could blink too. My hand hesitated only once before I wrote it. One million. From my personal account. Under my maiden name, Sofie Davis.

The ache in my wounds deepened. I stood before the mirror and pulled off my dress. The reflection showed raw, red welts and bleeding cuts crisscrossing my body. I remembered how, even the smallest scratch on my finger was enough for Joseph to fuss over. He would clean it himself, wrap it carefully, forbid the maids to take over. And now, I picked up a damp wipe, awkwardly twisting my body to clean the gashes. The sting of the alcohol was sharp. I leaned against the chair back, biting my lip, afraid to breathe too hard through the pain.

Isasarado ko na sana ang account ko nang biglang may nag-chat. --- FROM: Winston Nash Ravalez Good night. Hope to talk to you tomorrow. --- Our first walk was like a book title. A walk to remember.

I replied before we got down to business. Author's note. This is the link of my account as promised. Please support me.👇👇👇 https://www.instagram.com/psycho_chan18/saved/

After writing the code, I tapped on the running button in the app, the program executed, and I handed his phone back to him. He stared at it for a second and stared back at me, deeply into my soul. I knew he was just curious, but the intensity of his stare did something between my thighs, and my wolf was jumping with exhilaration and excitement. This stupid thing didn't even care that my credibility was under scrutiny. "I told you I'm self-taught," I said softly. His gaze did not leave mine; there was something between amusement, a spark, and lust. He caressed me with his gaze, and I broke into a sweat.

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