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Hindi dahil nasasaktan ako. "Yeah," saad ko na lang. Tinatamad ako magsalita, eh. Busy ako sa pagbabasa. Lagi akong nagbabasa tuwing break time namin. "Anong title?" Tanong niya. "Fatal Revenge" saad ko. "Tapos ko na yan!" Pagmamayabang niya. "So? Tinatanong?" Pamimilosopo ko. "Hindi, hehehe" "Tch!" Maya-maya pa ay natapos ko na ang storya kaya iklinose ko na ang wattpad app.

She was going to ask her to assign the story to her. Robert and Stella were in Stella’s office. The two were going through some of the articles submitted by other workers to see which stories would sell. After seeing how successful Robert had been in his last three articles, Stella had considered his opinions important and once in a while sought his advice. “This story by Jenny is good, but we can change its angle a little bit. Focusing on the human angle will make it reach the audience. people love reading about what affects them,” Robert said. “I thought so. That is why I set aside those stories,” Stella said, setting up two cups of coffee for both of them. It was cold outside, and it was

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I have submitted my credentials to different company and awaiting their call. But while waiting, I have business I'm planning to start up. I'm glad that I'm not an extravagant spender. I saved money which will help me along the way and also starting my desired business. My rainbow will be colorful again, I'm certain about that. I planned going to pack out all my things from the house before the rent expires. Joba contacted me the other day on social media with a strange F******k account because I also blocked him in return on all social media.

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After I finish this story, I will be working on another one that I started in 2012. Due to some unforseen things, I never got to finish that story. It is about a war between vampires and aliens, leaving the humans to decide which side to choose. Let me know what you think. Would you be interested in reading something like that? There are going to be a lot of elements in it that I don't really want to get into too much detail about. I will be also completely rewritting the whole of what I have already written in regards to that story. It's about 30 or 40 chapters that I am going to be rewritting. I still have not figured out if I am going to do it in a series form or just one large book. What

What do you think? -Well... -No, don't answer me right now, think about it today, and tomorrow tell me what you think. -I left my house as usual without eating anything, God, I don't want to be there anymore. -You see, I tell you my idea is good. -You know. -Yes, it's a good idea, listen, why don't we start looking for an apartment, come on, let's buy the newspaper and start today, it's our day off and we have time.

I wiped the chocolate off my palm with my tongue. "Sara, are you starting a new story?" He seemed interested in hearing about my latest story. "Yes, I had inspiration for my new story last night." I told him with excitement. "So what's the plot of the story?" "Billionaire and his naughty authoress." My new book's title made him cough loudly. "Is it about us, Sara?" "No, it's a mixture of the two earlier stories I wrote." I was ecstatic as I told him about my new story.

The library stood silent, its towering bookshelves casting long shadows under the dim overhead lights, a sanctuary of knowledge where I retreated to lose myself in words. I was introverted, my mind a labyrinth of intellect, but beneath my reserved exterior simmered a curiosity about my own hidden fantasies—erotic encounters in quiet, public spaces, a thrill I’d explored before with lovers past. My skirt brushed my thighs as I moved, a book in hand, the rustle of pages masking the quickening of my breath as I imagined being caught in passion here.