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"Mommy, the movie . . . your movie was boring. I think you owe your little girl an exciting bedtime story to make up for it." "Yeah, I suppose, it was a bit slow hon. So does my little pumpkin have a favorite book of bedtime stories that maybe we can find for mommy to read from?" "No, I think Nana has all my books locked away in the attic. You are going to have to make up a story. Didn't you say you took creative writing or something when you went off to that big college in California?" "I did, I did. Mommy was quite the inspiring writer at one time."

That photograph was our story, captured in one still frame. I sipped my coffee and exhaled slowly. My novels had always been about love, hope, and perseverance, themes that had grown naturally out of my own life experiences. But lately, I’d been thinking about Luca and Emilia, about how much they’d grown and how they saw the world. I wondered what kind of stories they would want to read, what tales might help them understand themselves and others better.

So, the best thing for me to do is to avoid her. People still say stupid things about her. I am already very tired of hearing all the side derogatory comments about her. it is very sickening. People should just learn to stop all this petty bullying. It is not cool at all. I entered the library and I picked a seat at the far end of the library. I picked a literature textbook. Literature has been giving me issues for a while now. I want to really focus on it today. I sat down and started skimming through the textbook. I honestly do not understand what I am reading but I just continued.

I would appreciate it I can receive some encouraging comments or just any kind of comments for this story. Stay safe and healthy. Have a great day. … PS: If you can drop by a website/app called Webnovel, please check out my other stories there Quick Transmigration: Saving The Crazy Villainess The Sinners’ Queen Oh My Ghost Lover (this one is also available here)

Updates for this series will be twice or thrice a week, with a full upload of a story, not chapter-by-chapter updates, depending on my school schedules. What fantasy do you have? Comment on it, and you might be lucky enough to get your story chosen.

Alain blinked slowly as he tried to comprehend the series of explanations from his best friend. And, as soon as he understood it, his eyes immediately widened. “It is impossible!” Unconsciously, he screamed at the girl. “He can’t possibly try to flirt with me! We’re both men, so how could he be interested in me?” Suddenly, Brielle’s index finger rose right in front of his face. The slender finger swayed to the right and left rapidly. “Homosexuals are not uncommon in this era, Alain,” she said confidently. “Besides, there has never been any news about him dating any girl. He is a famous painter, but there’s no scandal about him for years. He may be gay, right?”

Paintings covered nearly every wall. The entire space smelled like paint, wood, coffee, and him. Sunlight poured through enormous windows above them, making the colors inside the paintings glow beautifully. Camila slowly walked farther inside. “Oh my God…” Mateo watched her carefully. Most of his paintings were emotional rather than simple landscapes. Some were dark and chaotic. Others painfully beautiful. A woman holding a child tight and running in the storm. A child standing inside a burning house. Hands reaching for each other but never touching. Everything felt intense.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.

And maybe in the end I'll succeed. The ideas have never stopped flowing, and amidst the difficulties, I've gathered them together to tell even more stories. I have a notebook full of ideas, story segments just waiting for the right piece to fit into. I've conceived many new universes. I have a love story planned that I hope will make your heart skip a beat, between two young people wounded by the world. A horror story that I hope will take your breath away, with its demons. A fantasy that I hope will transport you to a world of mysterious creatures and strange rites.