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“Goddamn! This machine is cheating us! “ I couldn’t help but laugh at his reaction. We we’re both so hopeful and yet was disappointed. Told ‘ya that machine was possessed. It’s tricky, tsk, tsk, tsk. “Let me play,” I said. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete and ongoing novel. (Hmmm... While waiting for an update.) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE NINE MONTHS Would like to hear your lovely review. Looking forward to your motivational review. Love yah all readers!

The Dismantling of the Lens Leo made a choice. He stopped infiltrating the hardware and started Overloading it. He took every memory of the Mosaic-World—the salt of the sea, the heat of the Andean sun, the cold terror of the Hive—and he compressed them into a single, infinite Moment of Boredom. He showed the Creators the one thing their "Symmetry" couldn't handle: the feeling of a story that has no ending. The mechanical eye in the sky Shattered. The brass gears didn't fall; they evaporated into "Unwritten" ink. The "Clean Room" began to dissolve, revealing the "Actual" universe behind it—a place of terrifying, silent darkness and infinite, unformatted potential.

The thing is that she knows this name very well because this name belongs to one of the cannon fodder in a novel. Melissa prefers reading classics to other genres. She only read the novel because her otaku sister forced her to read it on the basis of bonding with another half of their culture. Just by looking at the novel’s title, Melissa returned the book back to her sister with a solemn face. Praying for her non-existent Intelligence. Who knew her sister would hound her every day to read this retarded novel because she wants her to draw a doujinshi.

“All you do is read about morally grey men choking and bending women over the tables and then act shocked when we ask you to touch grass” “I’ll touch grass when a mafia lord claims me” I said dryly not amused by their critics on my novels. “You need to live! Outside of your fictional word and touch actual dick” Katie stood hand to her hips and face frustrated. “Why does it have to be tonight though?” I asked hoping to postpone the torture of mingling with people in a noisy environment. “Because it’s Lena’s daddy pre-birthday bash slash girls night out” Katie chirped before adding “and you owe us”

First and foremost, this is a work of fiction, and no correlation should be made with living people or incidents. The author doesn't support any of the ideology or the relationship— friendship or romantic— being presented in this story. This was merely written for entertainment sake, not to be followed and used as an ideal. There are many things that are wrong in this novel morally, and therefore, don't let this novel influence you. A sigh of relief escaped from her mouth while she leaned back against the chair.

“There were so many good books at the library. Why did you have to choose a book with a trope like that, Melinda?” He spread out a few books in front of me as he continued; pointing to each one of them as he spoke, “You could have chosen a book loaded with humor to make you laugh; or science fiction story that explores the vastness of the universe; or, you could have chosen a book where the main leads live a long, happy life surrounded by loved one.” He threw up his hands in frustration. “But, NO. You had to choose a heart-breaking story that will shatter your soul and make you cry.” “Why are you over reacting like this Kain?” I held my head and sighed. “It is just a novel.”

[This chapter leans into the darker side of my main character. He's morally grey, fiercely possessive, and makes choices that aren't meant to be justified or admired. Some scenes and themes may be unsettling for some readers. As always, this is a work of fiction, created for entertainment, and the characters' actions do not reflect the author's beliefs. Read at your own discretion.] >>>•>>>•>>> Malik’s POV I rushed into the infirmary, barely able to breathe.

"Yes. If the novel was incomplete, I can still use it for general guidance about major events. If my presence is changing things, I can predict what might change based on my decisions. If this world was never identical to the novel, then everything I think I know might be wrong and I'm operating on false information." Seraphyne was quiet for a moment. "What's your assessment?" "I think it's a combination. The novel was incomplete because authors simplify complex situations for narrative purposes. My presence is changing things because I'm making different choices than the original Kael would have made. And this world was never identical because the novel was written as entertainment, not as

“But it does mean people lie about themselves. Which is useful, if you think about it.” I watched the queue shuffle forward a step. “You make everything sound vaguely criminal.” “That’s because I’m interesting.” “You’re morally compromised.” “Same thing.” The girl in front of us was taking an absurd amount of time deciding what milk she wanted. Jenny leaned closer, lowering her voice until it was almost lost beneath the murmur of the café. “I’m serious, though,” she said. “If there was something genuinely huge on the table, something properly juicy, something no one else had, do you really think half these people would cling to their ethics?”

For if she did not, she might not see everything of the truth in this world, the games that are playing at the back of things, and the future that no one can change or manipulate, as the end should fall into that destruction. “Everything of this is all a game, a battle of wits with the ability to write the perfect novel. We are all under that author’s very influence as our actions are all according to the author’s will. Our world is just a book among the other five where the seventh is the original and the true one. Some are reading it right now as some had no clue at all. In this world run with lies and pretenses, we are the pieces of his chessboard, right, GOD?”