Novel & Cerita The Straight Story Review

“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.

Anna took Connor's arm and said with an aggrieved expression, "Connor, you promised me you'd see the fireworks with me. Tonight's the last night for the fireworks show." Connor glanced at Sylvie, and Anna noticed that, too. "There's nothing to worry about, Connor. Sylvie hired these beggars herself. Why would they hurt her?" she said in dissatisfaction. Connor hesitated briefly before taking Anna's arm and turning to Sylvie, saying, "You can stay in this hut and reflect on your wrongdoing." The moment the door closed, the beggars began salivating as they lunged at Sylvie with perverse expressions. Sylvie closed her eyes.

At eight o’clock that night, I arrived at the abandoned warehouse in the south of the city on time. The blackmailer was a middle-aged man. The first thing he said when he saw me was: “Give me the USB drive. After verifying the materials, I’ll delete the video.” His tone was cold, and he only cared about the commercial materials the whole time—no vulgar words, no physical offense, no inappropriate hints. As planned, I handed over the empty USB drive: “Delete the video first, then I’ll confirm the next step.” The man took the USB drive, inserted it into a device, and found it empty. He flew into a rage instantly: “How dare you trick me?”

"You must be a long-time fan of this novel. You're late to the party, though—the plot has already completely derailed!" "In any case, we're fully on board with the supporting male lead and the big shot being a couple! Zoe and Jaiden can do whatever they want!"

“I told you, I won’t force you.” “But we must, I mean we can’t fake the-” “We’ll mark each other. It'll be enough to sustain our story. I know how you feel about it, but the mark will fade away eventually. We'll renew it once in a while.” By the end of this talk, he was only in his underwear. A small whimper escaped my mouth causing me to slap a hand over it. His laugh filled the room. Despite the turmoil of emotions that were ravaging my mind, I couldn’t deny the fact that his body was nothing less than perfect.