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The girl nodded. "So now we want our chance." The universe shook violently. The crack widened. Behind the children, Nova saw impossible things. Worlds that had never existed. Stars that had never been born. Entire civilizations that had never happened. The Unwritten carried all of them. Every forgotten possibility. Every rejected future. Every road never taken. The First Memory immediately stepped in front of Nova. "No." The little girl's expression became sad. "Why?" The question echoed softly. Painfully. "Why do they deserve existence more than us?"

Some of those books are okay. Anonymous: Okay? Come on, the third one with the fractured colony ship? The moral dilemmas the captain faces… I reread that one twice last year. The tension builds so perfectly without needing explosions everywhere. Leon found himself reading the message twice. The description matched how he felt about it—the quiet psychological depth, not just action. Against his better judgment, a tiny crack formed in his resistance. He wasn’t buying the whole “good mood” thing completely, but this felt… human. Not the crude dominant persona from before. He typed a bit more, testing.

"The Librarian called it the 'Archives of the Unwritten.' But what if there’s a basement? What if there’s a place where the failed stories go to hide when they don't want to be found?" "You're talking about escaping the story entirely," I said. "Where would we go? If we aren't in a book, and we aren't on a server... what are we?" Rowan looked at his hands. "Maybe we’d just be... us. No authors. No readers. No Aethel-Group. Just two people in the dark, trying to build a fire." "It sounds lonely," I whispered. "It sounds quiet," he replied. --- ### The Glitch in the Peace

This is only a work of fiction and not at all to be linked to real life, there's no need to come here and prove you are a saint here and are more moral than thou. Please come here with an open mind and just read to enjoy and immerse yourself in the story. Like I said, this book isn't a self health book or a book on morals. Expect the opposite of that in this book and since I had already started writing this book in the most unprofessional way, so I'll stick with it and just finally complete this book. So join me, those who are still here and will return soon. See you tomorrow in the next chapter. I expect comments if you read every chapter. Thank you.

I love every single one of you and thank you all so much! As you know, everything in this book is fictional, purely for your entertainment. It is not aimed at teaching any moral lesson but acts as a fun escape for whoever finds it. It's my first time writing something like this, and I hope I did justice to not only the story but the characters as well. If you enjoyed this, check out my other titles; * The Tyrant king's Queen.(completed!) * His Mail Order Bride (completed!) * His One Night Stand (ongoing!)

She then opened her online novel app and checked the notification for the latest episode update of the ongoing novel she was following. Suddenly, Emily burst into laughter as she began to read the romantic comedy novel. Line by line, paragraph by paragraph, her beautiful eyes followed along. Reading romantic comedy novels was always a mood booster for Emily. Besides enjoying the fantasy, Emily also gleaned moral lessons from them. For her, reading was not just about entertainment but also about capturing the positive side, which was the main goal of every writer.

“Or… we could just take what we need. You’re the best there is, boss—hack it, take it, make it disappear.” I felt my pulse skip, just for a second. I’d been there before. How tempting it was to hack, to steal, to drain the bank accounts of a handsome mobster and use his blood money for the good of the world. But I shook my head. “No. We do this right. No shortcuts. No easy outs. We earn every single dollar, or we don’t take it at all.” Lena sighed, rolling her eyes. “You and your damn moral compass.”

Now you've done it. The two charged at each other, like defiant warlords with only one motive on their mind, 'kill him'. Robert rose high, but Morale rose higher, and once again his claws did more talking more than any pen or sword with an A+ in English studies. He slammed his paw into Robert's fur covered body, etching into his skin and letting loose a couple spews of blood. "You're weak Robert" he said, rushing him and giving no time for recovery. Robert swung wildly but Morale saw it coming. He ducked underneath the heavy paw and sunk three more claws into the partition under Robert's neck, sending him plummeting to the ground in either weariness, blood loss or both. "You tired boy?" Mora

But she felt as though she wouldn't be able to say anything. He was the cause of this genocide, without a doubt. He certainly wasn't there to save them and the fear and terror clouding Milene's vision reassured her beliefs. She suddenly understood that Madoxe was the mand chained up to Milene, who surely came before her. She understood why the villager didn't stop the fire, they couldn't. She suddenly understood the pull she had to come here, to witness this atrocity. This was her mate, this was what he did. This misery came from his command, he dictated all of it. She hated that it didn't terrify her that much.

I saw Tasha sitting up straight in the front seat. From: Tasha Veda stupid, what do you mean why not you said you won't be a slave for a man??? To: Tasha Veda does having sex make me a slave to men? Another gasp was heard from Tasha. She almost pulled her own hair because of the shock of just what she had read. "You alright?" Morris asked again and simply glanced at Tasha. "Maybe we need to go to church?" I heard her answer. To: Tasha Veda