This Novel Seems Problematic Mga Nobela at Kwento

He picked that novel immediately despite the yellowish pages of it. The truth is Helios was the one who placed that novel there. He likes that novel that he also loves to re-read it because of it's tragic ending. The novel was focused by a wealthy woman who fell in love with a man who has a family already. It was written in the novel how they both fought for their love for each other that ends up to their own dead. Yes, they died because the man's wife also fought for her rights and Helios can't really see anything wrong with that.

We can have our own novel in real life, you can also tell who's your ally and who's the antagonist. In my own novel, I have an antagonist. It's my Dad, the evil antagonist. I have a friend who's my ally and I can share my feelings with them. I can trust them except for my Dad. For now, I couldn't tell how I can end my novel in a way of, full of happiness and laughter. Happy ending they said. I'm still oblivious to what will be the ending of my problematic novel.

cursed Daniel. I wondered, could he just break the contract like that? Especially since he had already published 12 series of novels with this company... how could he just terminate it? Is there another problem? "You know it's not the first time... for a man over 50 years old, living alone plus he's a thriller genre writer, he must have a lot of doubts, I'll go there... maybe tonight, say something nice to him. We should ask him what his problem is, and help him as much as we can!"

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

He even read an article about a director who was planning to make a movie out of the novel. "Damn it! You're dead, but you're still causing trouble, Ella. I should have destroyed your cell phone back then. Damn it!" he cursed again with mounting frustration. Now, he felt trapped. The novel was really about their true story. Johan's name was actually written there. And what Ella wrote was true, exactly as it had happened. Not to mention the video of Ansel's conversation with some unknown woman. How could he get out of it if the police caught him someday? Suddenly, he remembered his conversation with David Foster on WhyApp. He smiled.

“I’ve done it for eight years. What’s the rest of my life?” “Maise,” he sighed in exasperation. “What?” I chided. “You’re doing the same thing right now. You don’t want to think about that prophecy, so you’re bugging me about my problems. Don’t be a hypocrite and avoid your problems by making me talk about mine.” It was a bold claim. The way the new version was written, it was still just as much my problem as it was his. It was more ambiguous, though, and that was disconcerting.

She should be with anyone else but that cold-hearted asshole male lead who kept forcing himself on her. So, I had a lot of reasons to hate the novel. Yet I couldn't stop myself from reading it. I was addicted to it. I knew that it was a poison that kept giving me indigestion. But I wanted to read it till the end. I thought that I would be fine as long as the novel had a happy ending. However, the ending was completely unexpected.

“Um, about the dinner at the restaurant, I prefer we eat here please. I don’t want to be the reason of your problems.” “Problems?” His forehead wrinkled as he waited for an answer. “Yes, your wife.” He patted her naked shoulders which were covered by her soft long hair. “Don’t worry about that. I want to help you find a solution to your situation. That’s what matters now.”

“The author is destabilizing core systems. If she can not be redirected, termination protocols will be authorized.” Selene’s jaw clenched. “Don’t underestimate girls who learned to write in cages,” she said. Whether she meant me or herself, I couldn’t tell. Either way, even after the beast crumbled, the world never quite snapped fully back into focus. Lines stayed a hair soft at the edges, like the whole arena was a rendering that hadn’t finished loading. The Game had officially stopped seeing me as a curiosity. Now I was a problem.

As expected typo grammatical, wrong spellings, grammatical errors, and whatsoever errors can be seen from this novel. I'll edit if I have some time, please respect. ➥ ceaeee_