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Natasha asked. Astridah hesitated, but when the pressure of keeping the information to herself, she finally broke down and said; “Promise that you won’t tell anyone that I told you this?” “I promise,” Natasha said. “There is a rumour going around that Luyando and the CEO are not biologically related. People say that she was adopted…and that she…she…that she is actually in-love with her brother.” Natasha busted out laughing. “And you believe that nonsense Astridah?” She asked.

"Uhm, you can still work on it, right? I mean it's okay but it's a little bit too plain if you'd ask me." "I still have time, the competition still has a year to prepare." It would be easier to write something based on real-life events since the contest's theme is about Real Life Story. "Why don't you just write something that's happening in your life? It would be easier that way." She's right but my story's a little too chaotic that I can't even put it in the right outline. "What's with your title? Why do I hate being in love?" Janine asked. That was my title because when I started crafting that, it was my bitterness era. I planned that one when I broke up with Ezicx, that was years ago and

“There are angels and demons in their world, yes, pretty similar to us in appearance. However, unlike us, they are of one or another kind. They are just winged humans with a limited arsenal of power. We on the other side are stronger than their archangels claim to be. Still, they are looking down on us. And sometimes you should give them a lesson. You see, our abilities are of a larger range. Plus this realm can be equally hell or paradise for humans. We can drag them here by signing contracts or by their will. We can make someone’s dreams come true or enslave them and demand a price like all fairies can do.” “And if they escape from here they talk about angels and heaven or demons and hell,

he asks, I glanced at him as we walked towards the blackboard that is on its position already. I shooked my head, “I’m too focused on studying, I don’t have time to write anymore,” I answer as I get a one piece of paper on his hand to continue putting the papers. He knows that I’m a writer but he doesn’t know about Seafly. I have a plan to tell him about it but I don’t think today is the right time to tell him the truth. I also started the chapter one on the novel I’m working since I’ve finished the outline already. I want to focus on that next time as my readers keeps on asking me if I’m planning to publish a new novel again.

I want to ask. "Anything hehe!" Their faces show that they are excited. "Hmm, do you want an English story?" I asked and they just nodded. "Okay, its title is Prince Ariel." I started talking to her. _ "Is the story okay?" "Is that all? Do you have another story hehe?" Said the boy in the middle. "We still want to listen." One promised. my god, I think I'm going to run out of saliva from what I'm talking about.

What do you think? -Well... -No, don't answer me right now, think about it today, and tomorrow tell me what you think. -I left my house as usual without eating anything, God, I don't want to be there anymore. -You see, I tell you my idea is good. -You know. -Yes, it's a good idea, listen, why don't we start looking for an apartment, come on, let's buy the newspaper and start today, it's our day off and we have time.

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.

Shayla resisted longer, peppering me with last-minute questions about whether clouds slept and if frogs had birthdays. Lucas waited until the others were settled before speaking quietly. “Can you tell a story?” Something in his tone—hopeful, vulnerable—unlocked a memory deep inside me. “My mother used to tell me stories,” I said softly. “Would you like one of those?” Three heads nodded eagerly. So I began. I told them about the moon that fell in love with the sea but could never touch it, about the brave girl who taught the stars how to sing, about the fox who tricked winter into leaving early.

Those in the comment section went on a commenting frenzy. "I guess the female lead finally recalled the male lead telling her a few days back about his rich aunt. He claimed that if they got married, they could convince her to invest in Sutherland Group." "I mean, the female lead is so preoccupied with the supporting male lead that she couldn't even care less about that. In the end, the male lead even went so far as to make up a lie about her being pregnant and played the role of the homewrecker." "You must be a long-time fan of this novel. You're late to the party, though—the plot has already completely derailed!"

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