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She had to put this matter to rest and free herself from the burden that had been weighing on her. Gathering her resolve, Ayleen continued, "I was thinking about a lot of things, especially some of the characters in my novel." "Huh? What do you mean?" Liam asked, his brows knitting together in confusion. Ayleen scratched her ear as she searched for words that would sound convincing. "You already know I want to become a writer. At the time, I was thinking about the plot of my novel. I was imagining a male lead with a terrifying personality." She paused, carefully choosing a safer way to continue.

Ivana narrowed her eyes at her. "Cause I'm the writer," Arielle shrugged her shoulders. "Writer?" Ivana cocked her head to the side. "Remember I promised to fess up everything, I think it's time, Ivana, I know it's hard to believe what I'm going to say but please be patient, I'll explain everything to you. The truth is this world is the world I created, in short, we're inside my novel," She confessed.

I couldn't get lovingly involved after my last failed relationship, and I couldn't get enough inspiration to write something beyond fantasies and supernatural worlds. I wanted to write a simple and easy-to-read novel. Something like a real soap opera, that was attractive and captivating. But in my head, there were only the fanciful plans and worlds that would never exist in real life. I couldn't imagine how to start a story about love, since I had never had anything like it in my life. I wanted to be responsible for a novel that would leave readers at the tip of the chair, that would make them ashamed to read in public because they would feel all the emotions and sensations of the protagonis

“Careful. You are clumsy as always.” “Sorry! At least you are here at my side to protect me.” “I will never leave you, so I’ll do anything just to be at your side.” “Promise?” “Promise.” “What are you doing?” “Writing a novel.” “About what?” “About love.” “Who’s your model for your male lead?” “Zeno, my baby, of course!” “You should be the female lead. I don’t want someone else.” “You know how to paint?” “Yes. You are looking for a book cover, right?”

I want to thank every single one of you for giving me and my story a chance, for giving me hope that I can write captivating stories that make you forget the real world and your worries, if only for those few minutes in which you read it. Reading your comments and reviews is the biggest motivator for me and your words put a smile on my face whenever I felt low. The past few months have been especially hard for me due to some personal issues but you all gave me the courage to keep going. As per Goodnovel policy, I cannot leave my personal details here but a quick search of my penname and the book will guide you to me should you feel the need to connect with me. Thank you for giving me and 'My

"Like, really writing. Not just staring at the screen and sighing dramatically." "I don't sigh dramatically." "You absolutely do. It's your thing." She pulled up a chair and sat beside me. "What's this one about?" I hesitated. I hadn't shown anyone my work yet—not the real work, the novel I'd been piecing together for months. It was about a girl who loses everything—her boyfriend, her best friend, her sense of herself—and has to figure out who she is in the wreckage. It was, I realized, not very subtle.

] The calls and messages between Conrad and me had now turned into those between Horace and me. Though Horace was sick and didn't talk much. He didn't reply to this message. Not long after, a popular drama suddenly appeared online. A nobleman was saved by an orphaned girl and secretly vowed to marry her. But the orphan girl was from a poor family, and the nobleman came from a prestigious family, so the marriage was forbidden. Of course, in the end, they broke through societal norms and lived happily ever after. At the conclusion of the show, the nobleman spoke passionately, "What does it matter if you're a commoner? Why can't a commoner be the head of the family? A gentleman always repays ki

That drove her to work harder until she could take care of herself. Going into the main world outside the four walls of the orphanage, she knew life was more than what she imagined. She wanted to express herself. She wanted to have her own fairytale that she always end up imagining when she is alone. She picked up her pen and wrote it all in a book. Her fairytale. The life she imagined and her stories got her into the top ten best writer, giving her quite a comfortable life. She got a boyfriend even though it wasn't like her fairytale romance, he was her first love. He gave her the shoulders she longed for.

Overwhelming silence. So, in return, he writes what he feels. He writes what he wants to achieve in his novels. He write those cliche plots, those expected endings, just those little things every hopeless romantic would like to have. The butterflies in the stomach, someone falling head over heels, an enemy x enemy trope, or high school love story. Just those typical stories online. Everything is so ordinary, and yet he still have fun writing them and he thinks that's what matters. He wants to be independent, but to do that, he needs to step out of his comfort zone.

There were so many books I had never read and I was always finding little gems just by going into the aisle without a plan or an idea of what I was looking for. I found a secluded corner, away from the nosy eyes of other students. I powered up my laptop and started working on the final edits of my novel. The words flowed effortlessly, the story almost writing itself. This was total only possible because of how…eventful my life had been over the semester. All sorts of dramatic ideas that I could throw my characters into popped into my mind. I was at least happy that I could use the real-life drama in my fiction. I completely lost track of time because I was so immersed in my world of romance