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came from my background as a son of a king seeing my father operating his kingdom, the ups and downs experienced by my father that gave me a huge inspiration writing the just concluded story. The second phase of my acknowledgement is to THE GOODNOVEL. At this juncture it seems I am short of words, sincerely speaking Good novel has been the best platform I have found to express my story ideas. Turning my writing skills into cash has always been my wish, when I heard of Goodnovel I was glad for the opportunity I was given to be among the writers in "The Goodnovel". Goodnovel is indeed a dream come true for most of us writers, seeing a platform I can make money while exploring my passion has

I decided to write the story that I had been thinking about for a while, Axel. A lovely friend and fellow author, AS Williams (her book, Finding You, is one of the best stories I have read, I highly recommend.), encouraged me to actually do something with it instead of leaving it to gather dust in my laptop (imaginary dust), so I uploaded it on to a few websites that publish books. To my surprise, I was offered an exclusive contract for Axel! I received some amazing feedback from that and decided to continue. Buzz was next and Tank followed. I had always planned on writing Ink’s story and making it as a short story.

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Her sweet little ass pops out, and she faces me, sitting on the floor with her head tucked to her chest. “Mr. Lawman, this isn’t what it looks like,” she says, flinging her arms out animatedly. I don’t say a word. She’s still kneeling, and it makes my mind wan-der to all the dirty sexts we’ve been sending each other. Of course, in the beginning, I didn’t know it was her. I created the dating profile only to get my mind off these confusing emotions I was feeling. I needed a distraction. Bad. Somehow, she found me. We started talking, and I was surprised at the connection I was beginning to feel with this stranger.

Otherwise, we would fight. I placed his story into some documents and sent it to some of my contacts. The time had come for me to use the resources I had used to help others. I tried to find some local writing platforms and contests where they asked for short storytelling. With the help of social networking sites, I could post Matt’s story online. “You’re not feeling sleepy?” he raised his eyes from his phone a while later as I typed away. “Nope, just five more minutes, and I am done for today.”

This journey of writing has been a voyage of self-discovery, where I have learned as much about myself as I have about the craft of storytelling. I believe that stories are the threads that weave our shared human experience. They have the power to transcend cultural, geographical, and temporal boundaries, reminding us of our common humanity. Whether through the written word, oral tradition, or digital mediums, stories connect us, inspire us, and challenge us to grow. It is my hope that my words will find a resonance with readers, that they will evoke emotions, provoke thoughts, and spark conversations.

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But she had to. She slowly walked over to the bed and sat down. Her hands trembled as she opened the cover. She flipped through the pages, past the short poems, the little love scenes, and the silly dialogues she had written just for fun. Then she stopped at page forty. Her stomach dropped. That was where the first real erotic story started. She stared at the words. Her face burned. It was something she wrote late one night, out of boredom… or curiosity. She never meant for anyone to see it.

As long as my third move was executed perfectly, getting Conrad out of the picture wouldn't be hard. I had been preparing everything as planned. I had long talks with my father and strategized with Horace. Things at the Reeses' residence were business as usual. Conrad went to work and came home, while Kelly continued her endless crying. A month passed quickly. One night, as darkness fell, I sent Conrad a message. [Meet me at Serenity Park in the West End at midnight.]

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