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I asked. He finally looked at me. “They’re the ones the Game builds around,” he said. “People like you. People whose imagination isn’t just content—it’s scaffolding. It uses them to grow new rooms for itself. New rules.” His mouth twisted. “New tortures.” I swallowed. “How many?” “How many Key Authors?” he clarified. “Or how many I failed?” “Both,” I said. He let out a humorless laugh. “You really are a writer,” he said. “Always want the worst details.”

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He sits back in his chair and looks at me curiously. "I don't know." I shrug and look at the books around me. "Anyone can write but it takes a special kind of person to just have a way with words. Authors are the second best people to have the touch with words." I trace my fingers along the cover of Shatter Me by Tahera Mafi. "Who's the first?" Aidan asks. I snap my head up to look at him. "Song writers. There is nothing that can make you feel as much as the perfect song." I give him a small smile and continue tracing the book.

” “All you have to do with the writers is to wake them up to their real life experiences Lily. And they are really going to stop it. The reason why some writers are so mysterious, they are getting it from something.” “Have you ever read the story of International_Pen, Live slash evil? That is nice, about the writer who is a grim reaper. That is so nice and good luck if it will be released in media, hayst.” “Sounds interesting.” And I put down the blower and sat on the bed.

Chapter 1 The night was alive with screams. Smoke curled from burning huts, mixing with the acrid stench of fear and blood. Clara’s village, a peaceful cluster of homes near the river, was no longer a sanctuary. Shadows danced in the firelight, twisted by the terror that had invaded their quiet lives.

⸻ 🌙 The Writer Understands The Writer slowly stepped forward. ✍️ ⸻ For once… He wasn’t an author. ⸻ Just a lonely person. ⸻ “You watched us leave.” ⸻ Silence nodded. ⸻ “Again.” ⸻ The Writer lowered his gaze. ⸻ Because he remembered. ⸻ Creating stories. Creating worlds. Creating characters. ⸻ Trying to fill emptiness. ⸻ Exactly as she once had. ⸻ 🌙 The Null’s Choice

A map unlike any Adrian had seen before. There were no kingdoms. No oceans. No mountains. Only countless glowing lines connected to one bright point at the very center. Above that point... four words slowly appeared. THE PLACE STORIES FEAR. The First Reader's calm expression vanished. His voice became barely a whisper. "No..." "It still exists." Adrian looked at him. "What is it?" The old man stared at the glowing map. "The only place..." "...where even Authors cannot write." The room fell silent. Far away...

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He began telling them what next they neeeded to do in order to gain more wealth. "The company I started has been regnant under my power and influence for years, and as you all know my son has been following my footsteps. With his help we recently conquered the Zhou's empire that has been competitive. So he is very much ready to take charge as the CEO in Aragon's holdings. We are a very strong and ruthless group, we do not take no for an answer. Just like we wiped out the Mills, Cyphers, the Zhous and so many others, we are an undefeatable group and that will continue for centuries. Since our competitors are becoming less competitive, then the world will soon be ours. We are the Aragons after

My name is Sophia and I'm one of the maidens in Marazona - also known as the Land Of Beauty. We only have females around her and I don't think any other gender exists. The story behind the beautiful planet is still a mystery. But according to the wise teachers, originally, they'd been mingling in a different place. But there was a war and majority of them ran over here to start a new life. That's how Marazona began. We're blessed with extra ordinary beauty, special powers, anti ageing - although, I know I'm still a young lady. But sometimes, i wonder how we came about. How were we created?