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She's shipping me off to another continent as damage control. I continue to eat a breakfast I have zero interest in, and once I hear her car leave, I pull out my phone , mentally preparing myself for the worst. The first five notifications are about me. On Wolfgram, our own version of I*******m, several blogs have already published my story.

I said casually. " Alright. See you tomorrow," she ended the call. The next moment, I opened WordPress. One thing I have forgotten to say is that Iam a quite famous blogger. I write blogs about my personal life a lot and people support me from all around the world. I posted a blog about my weird feelings about this new high school. My instincts telling me that something different and bad is going to happen. Can I believe it? Whatever happens, this is where Iam going to stay. Whether I like it or not?

From the poignant moment when Sophia had been diagnosed with leukemia to the depths of love they had shared and the resilience that had emerged from the shadows, every nuance was carefully woven into the fabric of their narrative. The vision of sharing Sophia's story materialized into a tangible project—a blog that served as a digital canvas for the vivid tapestry of their experiences. Abigail, the weaver of words, poured her heart and soul into a series of articles that would illuminate the virtual pages with the story of love, challenges, and resilience that defined their journey.

Gary was as usual working away in his laptop and I was chatting with Stacy. STACY: HOW LUXURIOUS IS THE HOTEL B I T CH. I smile fold my legs on the couch and texted back. IT'S DAMN PRETTY. THE ROOFTOP VIEW IS CRAZY. HOW'S JEFF?. STACY: Half WAY ACROSS TOWN. I THINK YOU SHOULD START BLOGGING ALREADY. I raise a brow. WHY?. She texts back immediately. STACY: YOU GUYS PICTURES ARE ALLOVER THE INTERNET DUMMY, AND ITS HITTING A MILLION VIEWS ALREADY.

I closed my eyes and breathed him in, savoring the moment all that I could, grateful that things had turned out for the better. “Out of curiosity, though,” Gabe began, after a few moments of relaxation. “If we’re going to be together, and you aren’t going on any more bad dates and since Brian doesn’t exist, what are you going to blog about?” “I don’t know.” I shrugged. “I mean, I’m still taking reader submissions for bad dates and Cora is sending me plenty of material to publish on the site.”

Hello Everyone, Eid Mubarak everyone. Hope this Eid brings lots of love, happiness, success and prosperity. Wishing you all a very happy Eid. Secondly, I accidentally lost all my stories data from my phone. My mind is not working at the moment. I don't know what to do. It's fucking terrifying. I'm so stupid and lame sometimes. I don't think so I can write now at this moment. There will be no Update today. Hope you guys understand. I still can't believe how this happened. like I lost all my stories. Feel like crying TBH.

Proserpina Around the same time as Lucien began to grow distant, the strange messages started to come. I had begun to write a blog. It had begun as a hobby. Egged on by my children and friends, especially James Schwartz, who kept praising my culinary skills, I began to write a blog on social media about cooking. It had become a runaway hit to my astonishment and I updated it every day, diligently, astonished by the number of followers I had! So I was mildly astonished at first when I came across the first comment that seemed strangely off.

Hi all! A few things, Firstly, thank you so much for giving my latest/second story a chance! If you have followed me through my first story, The enemies around me, I appreciate your time and love that I can take you into the world of my imagination. If you are new, I appreciate you and thank you too. Secondly, a couple of people both on this story and my previous have asked if I have any social media... I have created an I N S T A account (I have to space it otherwise it's censored out) called its.almost.blue.

Lola asked with a frown. “The blogs are usually the ones that come up with a headline and a story,” Gabriele explained, “but it’s the readers that make that story blow up. If no one is talking about it days after it’s posted, no one continues blogging about it. But if the readers engage aggressively and continue rambling about it in the days that follow, of course the bastards would want to milk more from the story.” Lola nodded. “Okay, okay. Forgive me for being slow, but I still don’t see what this has got to do with mí.”

She had taken the first step. She sighed for the hundredth time that day. She had just logged out of her I*******m account where she had gone online to check for any reply from him but found none. The message showed delivered but was not read. She dropped her phone and tried to focus on her work. She was writing a review article about the latest fashion product that had been launched. Ever since she got sacked, she had dedicated most of her time to her upcoming blog, trying to grow it. She had only been able to grow her monthly visitor by a bit and some other slight increase that were not very helpful.