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Jace could feel the magic of the moment enveloping them. “Who wants to start our first campfire story?” Jace asked, his heart racing with excitement. “I will!” Mia volunteered, her voice bright. She began to weave a tale about a brave knight who ventured into a dark forest, guided only by the whispers of ancient spirits. The group listened intently, captivated by her imaginative storytelling. As the night wore on, each friend took turns sharing stories—some thrilling, some funny, and some filled with lessons learned. Jace felt a sense of belonging as they laughed and shared their dreams under the vast expanse of stars.

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

she said. “I thought that it wouldn’t be as busy as it was in San Francisco but its crazy busy as well. I think people in this country care more about political drama than anything else. Eighty-nine percent of the news content is just politics, politics, politics. I am yet to decide if that’s a good thing or not….” “How about your co-workers,were they friendly?” Her mother asked. “Yes, everyone was friendly,” She lied. Natasha knew that telling her mother about the antagonistic and villain-like Luyando would only make her have unnecessary worries. “I know it’s just the first day but I think people aren’t as scheming as they were back home.”

I just hoped he wasn't too traumatised to tell me the whole truth. "Start talking." "Lola it's a long story." His eyes were still pleading with me. "Trust me, I have all the time." ***** It's story time, people. He took off his jacket and we crouched on the sofa right there in his office. I listened with rapt attention as he went on to tell me how it all started. "You know how I told you from the very first time we met, how I didn't find running the family business interesting and I wanted to follow my dreams to make a name in the world of tech?" He asked, I nodded.

Louis knew his junior very well. The older man finally sighed and smiled. “Did you eat so late that you got sick to your stomach? Shall I order some food here?” Alain finally looked back at Louis. He felt grateful that his senior did not pressure him to tell the story. Honestly, he wasn’t ready to talk right now. In a situation like this, he was grateful because Louis was the first to meet him. His senior was very understanding of his condition even though he didn’t tell him anything. Perhaps it would be a different story if he met Brielle. The girl surely would force him to spill everything. She wasn’t a bad girl, but she couldn’t read the situation sometimes.

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The author came up with the idea and I agree with her. ‘But we aren’t a revenge story!’ Sikandar retorted as he felt the world around him becoming hazy, ‘We are something else now. We are a messy story about living every day to the fullest. Why are you listening to the author? You decide how the story goes!’ And I have decided it should go in the direction that the author wants. ‘No one will like it! You will anger those few readers who bother reading this stuff.’

Third Person's POV Another six months passed, with Lorenzo's life gradually settling into a monotonous calm. He went to work, came home, ate, and slept. Like a soulless machine, he mechanically repeated each day. He didn't socialize, didn't go out for entertainment, and didn't contact anyone from his past. His only friend was Antonio, the only person who had stayed by his side after he lost everything. One evening, when Antonio came to visit, he brought with him a bottle of whiskey. The moment Lorenzo saw the bottle, his expression changed.

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.