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To obtain and be knowledgeable in terms of fiction about supernatural and magical existence. Aesthelia Rasc is a writer on a known platform named GN, which stands for Good Novel. She wants to write something that will become popular, something that will definitely be a hit. To prove something and to prove herself to those who gave up believing in her. "I read to feel something, goosebumps in awe and amazement. Why do I feel heartbroken all of a sudden? Like countless draggers just stabbed my blood pumper, "Aesthelia rambled in her words.

It hurt slightly, yet the pain did very little to mask the feel of a set of green eyes digging into me. I scrutinized the piece of paper with neatly printed blocks of letters and found out that it was a form to enter a competition. Specifically, a competition held by our college where other colleges also participate. I quizzically looked up from my form to see that others were confused as well. What has this competition to do anything with us?

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I rocked forward on my seat, placing my hand on Triston's knee. It was as if I had shot him, his eyes peeled open staring at me. His voice showed his annoyance. Maybe to others it was out of his drowsiness, but I knew better. It was my touch. "What?" "They are serving us lunch while we refuel. What would you like?" Triston readjusted in his seat, "What do you have?" He asked the attendent, who repeated the menu to him. He thought for a moment, "I will have the bolognese." Triston rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The attendent left them,

Because of this exam, Daisy forgot her love. Until going to high school, Daisy was so surprised when Ivory majored in math, and Daisy majored in social studies, so they were in different classes. But Ivory played with Daisy's cousin, so Daisy and Ivory always rode a bike the same way. Three years of high school were over. The two people's eyes followed each other on the way home. Never once officially talked to each other.