The Girl Who Left The Script Novels & Stories

"And we’re stuck in a void." "Not stuck," a voice said. I turned around. Standing in the void was a girl. She looked about ten years old. She had messy brown hair and was wearing a t-shirt with a picture of a cartoon cat on it. She was holding a pencil and a piece of paper. "Who are you?" I asked. The girl looked at me and smiled. It was the only real smile I had seen in twenty-eight years. "I'm the one who **Wrote** the 'Beta Test,'" the girl said. "I'm the one Marcus stole the idea from. And I think it's time we 'Re-Write' the ending."

And it was making her calm. “Did you manage to get a lot of work done?” Killian asked. “I did several more pages, I feel pretty good about it,” Audrey replied. For the past several months, Audrey was working on her latest project, a script for a Broadway play. She hadn’t figured out the title yet, but the story revolved around a young girl caught in a love triangle. There was also class-A action involved, like gang wars and billionaire family dramas. She had written all the way up to the last act, and now she just had to figure out the ending.

Nothing changed in his expression. She felt a little bit disappointed. Yet, it was to be expected. "If there's nothing more. I will take my leave, Sir." Sofia said. She didn't hesitate to sign the resignation paper. After that, she excused herself and left the room. The entire time, Lucas was silent as if he didn't notice that there was another person in the room. That was until Sofia closed the door that Lucas glanced at her disappearing figure. He didn't feel anything, or perhaps he did feel some bitterness and a little emptiness.

She happily put the papers inside her purse and I didn't know what happened or what switched inside but something flipped and I suddenly felt different, I wanted to have the last word for the first and the last time. "You think you got rid of me right? You are happy that you don't have anything to do with me but the truth is you just set me free. You happily gave me freedom and I didn't have to anything, you did it for me, so thanks, and also I hope you'll be happy after this with the guy who punched and choked you. Sad layers of makeup can't hide your ug- bad personality, thanks for everything you've done for me", I finished off with a deep breath and I went shocked at the stuff that spewed

"She's not you. If not for her heartless behavior, I'd never have run into you. You're perfect." The sight of them being so in love was making the track marks on my arm prick. I refused to watch this any further, so I went around, but Teresa stretched her leg, and I tripped. "Oh, be careful, Selina." I fell to the ground, my files sprawling everywhere. Gasping, Teresa picked up the files. "What is this? Are you going overseas, Selina?" It was a cheap house I got for myself. A cemetery sat right beside that place. I had enough savings to afford the down payment.

He answered non the less. "Because you did," he said, stealing her cigarette and taking a drag. "It was way too boring there without you." "But what about all the others?" she asked. "You were meant to stay back to protect them while I went off to save the world." To the last part she added air quotes. There was no point in pretending anymore. She was not the one. Not the main character. It had to be one of these powerful men. She stared left and right, taking in the scene. The birds, the bees and the humming of electricty as the kettle boiled well past full.

She looked at the snow that flew like foam before Emily closed the cave lip again as Ethan did. The girl contemplated in front of the fireplace while warming her body. Being stranded in the middle of the forest and sleeping with the young man she just met yesterday was really something that was never in her plans at all. Her life had changed drastically, she didn't even have time to mourn Amy and Joe's death. "God, strengthen me above the storm you are creating." The girl chanted. She obeyed Ethan's order to burn the remaining bacon, making the aroma of roasted meat fill the damp and dimly lit cave. Her heart warmed at the concern of a stranger who was willing to give up his last meal for he

"She was kind enough to pay him a fortune in compensation. She only divorced him because she couldn't take it anymore." Those lies washed over me, leaving not a ripple. Inside, I was as still as stagnant water. Only the scar between my thumb and index finger began to throb. I traced its twisted length, and the past surged up to meet me. Madison had never been some self-made business legend. Back then, she was just a poor scholarship girl, bullied and ignored by everyone. On a bitterly cold afternoon, a pack of rich kids trapped her against a wall. Blood trickled down her forehead, soaking her worn school uniform in crimson.

Kept seeing herself in every scene, every line, every moment of hard-won growth. By the time she finished, it was past midnight. Her dad was asleep in the next room. The city hummed outside her window. And Angela sat in the dark, holding a script that felt like both a gift and a test, written by a man who'd broken her heart once and was asking—very politely, very professionally—for the chance to prove he wouldn't do it again.

Ailina’s POV: After I put on my makeup, I took the script that I had changed and told Jane that I had changed the lines. She read the revised lines and nodded, saying, “These changes seem to make the script better.” “Then I will act according to the revised script.” She said. “Okay.” After the script was finalized, the makeup of the others was almost done. The filming began. This novel was narrated from the end. It was about a beautiful and kind woman who tried to live a calm and simple life, but she encountered many things. And finally, she reluctantly joined the killer organization.