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"We'll accept your challenge. Who starts?" One of the arts and entertainment students, a girl with dark hair and piercing green eyes, stood up. "We will," she said, her voice smooth and confident. "Now, gather round, children. This is a story about love, betrayal, and revenge. It's a story of two kingdoms, separated by the sea, and the prince and princess who dared to defy their families for the sake of their love…” The arts and entertainment student's tale was captivating, weaving a story of love, intrigue, and betrayal with a flair for the dramatic. As she finished, her peers erupted into applause and cheers, impressed with her storytelling skills.

1 IVY’S POV Nobody tells you the truth these days, but I will. You better thank me afterwards. Apartments with cheap rent always come with hidden fees. It could be anything — rats in the ceiling, a pipe leakage that can never get fixed, ghosts in the attic… anything. Mine came in the form of walls so thin they might as well have been made of tissue paper. My name is Ivy and I'm twenty-five. I just moved out of my parents’ house having lived with them for six months, after my boyfriend of five years disappeared with my life savings and most of my emotional stability.

“Hmm? Rumors about me? Haven’t heard about it. I just hope they were good rumors and not bad.” I rolled my eyes. “Oh come on. As if you haven’t heard any of those yet.” He chuckled, shaking his head. “Promise! I’m completely innocent about those rumors. Tell me, what are those about?” “I don’t want to. It’s… embarrassing on my part.” “You’re blushing! Come on, I’m curious what these are all about.” What the hell. I could feel my cheeks heating up. Thankfully, we have reached the shower room. I was about to turn my direction toward the female shower room when Adrian held my arm.

“Then maybe that’s your answer.” Later that night, Ryan stood by his window. The streetlights blurred in the distance. His inbox pinged again a reply from L. Tansey, offering a call. He didn’t answer yet. Instead, he opened a blank page. And he typed: “A Story That Doesn’t Belong To You” by Ryan Calloway He stared at the title for a long moment. Then under it, he wrote: “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s about reclaiming.” Two weeks later.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”

Suit pouted childishly at Anderson, and continued, “Do we have a deal, Mr. Anderson?” Anderson stared back and forth between Suit and the scroll. His mind was racing. The contract sounded simple enough. Straightforward, but he did not understand. ‘What did he mean by survive ten stories? Did he not say I was going to tell a story? What does survive the story mean?’ Question after question popped up into his head. He could not help himself. He had no idea exactly what it meant, but one thing was for certain; He would not move forward if he did nothing but constantly question the situation.

I asked as I approached him from behind. "I was just thinking if I should make beef stew or something else." He replied. "Beef is pretty expensive, but mom's been craving it. I want her to enjoy herself too, you know." "I can pitch in for that beef if you want." I suggested. "I still owe you, and coming with you here doesn't feel like I'm really repaying anything." "It's okay, Black. I don't help people just to expect something in return." "Then how about this? What if you pack me some of the beef stew you're gonna make? That way, I get something from it too. I'm sure that sounds fair for you, right?"

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.

She was going to ask her to assign the story to her. Robert and Stella were in Stella’s office. The two were going through some of the articles submitted by other workers to see which stories would sell. After seeing how successful Robert had been in his last three articles, Stella had considered his opinions important and once in a while sought his advice. “This story by Jenny is good, but we can change its angle a little bit. Focusing on the human angle will make it reach the audience. people love reading about what affects them,” Robert said. “I thought so. That is why I set aside those stories,” Stella said, setting up two cups of coffee for both of them. It was cold outside, and it was

* Book 1: Billionaire’s Ex-Wife & His Hidden Babies (Brandon & Sophia’s Story) Book 2: My Mate is a Witch (Caroline’s story) Book 3: The Rejected Luna: Daddy, Where is Mommy? (Calvin’s Story) Book 4: Fated Mates: Love Over Everything (Liara’s Story) Book 5: Mine: His Caged Princess (Tiara’s Story) [Ongoing] Book 6: It Ends With Us, Mate (Colton’s Story)- Upcoming * Stories related to these books. Book 1: Her Unloved Mate (Vince & Crystal’s Story)