This is a couple short stories that I write in my free time

Just a collection of short stories I make in my free time.

I'll try not to make this story hard to comprehend, but life is not something that can be explained with just words.
I remember a saying that goes: It takes three years to learn something good, but just three days to learn something bad.
But how can a thoroughly evil person become good?
My answer? Seven friends.
They walked in front of me, falling into the depths of the unfathomable abyss on my behalf in order to put me back on the right path and to make me cherish everything that I have.
If not for these seven friends, I might've turned out to be a complete bad egg.
 ...
Whitey, Fourth Brother, and Brother Si were the three individuals whom I'd like to coin my lucky charms, as I've shared previously. In this last piece of 'Seven Friends', though, I will focus on myself.
After graduation, I started working at the airport.
I was an aircraft officer in charge of guaranteeing scheduled flights. It sounds grand but it really was just only in name.
A general knowledge that I've learned ever since working in the airport was how independent it was, just like a big plot of land.
Airports were just like bus stops to me, with planes being the buses.
Planes belonged to different airlines, as so do the pilots and stewardesses.
Airport staffs were like employees from public transport companies except that you don't see them at every station.
As the name implies, a flight guarantor is anyone who ensures that the landed planes can make the next flight as scheduled. 
My job was to provide food and other necessary supplies that passengers could take down the plane.
Things like food, drinks, magazines, newspapers, vomit bag, utensils, blankets, pillows, and etc.
Of course, we do not merely provide goods for the passengers but also for the pilots and stewardesses.
It was said that airports in other countries would even provide the stewardesses with sanitary towels.
I've been working as an aircraft officer for three years now and I'm about to talk about the three other individuals, namely my colleagues Ah Fu, Ah Fei, and Ah Liang.
Ah Fei was a good man. It was even appropriate to compare his character to Zhang Fei, a fearsome fighter in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
Zhang Fei was an unforgettable person with tan skin.
Whenever anyone asks how Ah Fei looks, we would simply activate Baidu image search and key in the term 'black people' before randomly choosing a photograph and claiming him as Ah Fei.
Ah Fei used to be our leader's secretary but upon the latter's resignation, he became our captain.
Reporting flight activities was his main job as the captain, so he's in charge of sending us to receive planes.
I remembered the time when I fell off from a carriage. It was about five in the morning and he drove over just to pick me up and send me to the hospital. I was lucky that it wasn't a serious injury.
It might sound like a dull story to you but it serves as a potential brief to a book.
When I first started writing stories, I often interviewed Ah Fei since he was a bookworm. He would always smile and claim not to understand my stories as they are neither pleasing nor lengthy. He said that they lacked sequence and decent plots. He had also correctly predicted that gaining some fans wouldn't guarantee profits, but I never changed.
Ah Liang wasn't a kind person at all, though he wasn't thoroughly a 'bad' person either. He was, in my opinion, the most knowledgeable of the four of us. He seemed to know everything, especially math. He was able to answer any question pertaining to numbers almost instantaneously. His story could be written into a book but he wasn't keen on it since he's failed a lot in life. Before he started working as an aircraft officer, he ran his own restaurant in Guangzhou. In spite of that, he's definitely one of the most pitiful bosses around.
He would always tell us how he would buy a 12-inch sandwich from Subway if he doesn't feel like eating instant noodles. He would cut the sandwich first into two then into three sections each. In that way, he was able to settle two days worth of breakfast, lunch, and dinner for just over 20 yuan.
At times, he would also briefly mention the people and things he witnessed in the restaurant.
Even then, those bits of information were enough for me to compile into a good story.
Ah Fu joined some time later. He's older than all of us but he looked decently young. When I first started becoming a staff trainer of sorts, I complimented him for being serious at work. I was shocked to find out later on that he was seven years older than me. Ah Fu has fewer stories to share but each one was a classic. It's a pity that this story was about me, but I'd definitely share his story if there's a chance in the future.
Just like that, the three of them became my friends, colleagues, and dorm mates.
The four of us have been living each day happily and that's how Short, Light, Free came about after we moved into our new apartment.
I felt extremely lucky for having three loving colleagues. It's because of them that I've been able to focus all my energy on writing.
I'm about to share my story in detail.
Three years ago, when I first entered the airport, I worked on alternate days.
I had to work a 16-hour to 24-hour shift each time.
I got up at 4:30 in the morning and would only leave work at five in the afternoon if I'm lucky.
If not, I would have to stay until five the next morning.
We had a 24-hour worth of workload dumped on us.
The rest day that we get was really just for us catch up on our rest and sleep.
Out of the 24 hours, then, only 10 to 14 hours were truly left for us.
Initially, it really wasn't tiring at all since we could look forward to resting the next day.
Plus, things became much easier when it was about time to knock off. Knowing that the happenings of the next day would be none of our business was like finishing school on a Friday. We could look forward to the beautiful and free weekend.
You might think that the most unbearable part was the night before our next shift, right?
No. It's actually the morning of the rest day.
Knowing that the next shift would begin the next morning, I would want to spend my rest day carefreely. As such, I played so many games and quickly got addicted within half a year.
Whitey brought me to the gaming cafe and Brother Si informed me that held-held controller games were about to be eliminated.
Online gaming was the new thing that people would patronize because it was more convenient and speedy.
As long as you remember your account details and patiently wait for downloads and updates, you'll be able to get hold of the latest games.
If I get sick of the old games, I would simply switch to a new one. This was exactly how I spent my rest days.
One day, amidst my absolutely boring life, I found her.
An adorable gamer girl that was very much different from us.
She enjoyed literature. Real literature.
I would observe her as she stays up to read her books and even pen down her reflections after.
She made me think about my story-writing past.
Stories which I had thought were good.
After some time, I got close to her.
Do you guys remember 'I'm Not Bad'? That was my very first story. It was also the first story I shared with her.
We made a pact. I was to tell her a bedtime story every night.
This went on for a whole month, which kinda set the tone for Short, Light, Free.
That night, after sharing my last story, I confessed my secret to her and to my surprise, she gladly accepted it.
She mentioned that she couldn't find anything about my stories online, to which I replied, "Because they're my stories."
"Why haven't you tried sharing these stories online?" she asked.
I pondered over her words for the whole of that night. I actually felt happy that she had asked that question.
Why shouldn't I share them with everyone?
I sat in front of the computer, thinking hard.
I tried coming up with a pen name to no avail.
Let it be.
Right. Let it be. No matter what happens, even if the people don't appreciate my work, I'd just let it be.
I typed that in and pressed confirm. Thinking back now, I have no idea how I carried out such a decisive action.
'Let it be' became my pen name.
My next question: What do I write?
Fairytale? Maybe.
Science fiction? A bit.
Short pieces? Indeed.
Scattered? Yeah, all kinds.
So what exactly is it?
I found a term after some search: Light stories/reads.
My stories were simple, a mixture and unrestricted.
Short, Light, Free...
I started working on it, adding one story after another into the collection.
I gave up many things for this.
Do you remember what I said about my rest days?
No more games. At times, I would even get a bottle of white wine and Red Bull to keep me company as I wrote through the night.
I spent my days like that for half a year.
I was in the third year of my job, which was also the first year into my book when the government decided to double the airport's runway from 1.5km to 3km.
I've been to bigger airports, where I had to walk a whole 10 minutes just to exit the place.
It was something our airport was aiming to achieve.
The space that they needed for the expansion was exactly where our dorm was situated.
It was something the airport wouldn't hesitate to tear down.
We were left with no choice but to seek another accommodation.
For a university graduate like me, I had no idea how difficult moving house was.
The four of us eventually settled in a small village near the airport.
Our house consisted of four rooms, a living area, and two bathrooms.
It was in there that I've written most of my stories.
Recently, however, I've left the airport and returned to the city. All for love.
Short, Light, Free will be coming to an end, but I will be starting a new book.
It would fill up the holes left from some old stories.
It would also be stripped off of some of my bad writing habits.
I hope to improve and hope that my readers will like the changes that I'll be attempting.
Perhaps 63 is a number I can't escape since I'm choosing to announce the end of my book 630,000 words in.
I will also be closing this book with the 63rd story.
New stories, writing styles and structures, and unique features will be coming your way, dear readers.


A series of short stories, of different genres. 
Simple yet thought-provoking reads. 

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Private editors - pros take from 17 to 30 dollars for 1700 words.

Prices for editing 1000 words fluctuate according to Google from 2 to 15 dollars. It is likely that older schoolchildren and college students of native speakers or in whom English is the second language (the legacy of empires) undertakes such editing. The level and quality of the translation will undoubtedly be higher (ours in which English is the third language). But since our level of knowledge is not very good, how can we evaluate the quality of editing? Need means another expert who would test the knowledge of the editor before starting work and paying. And this is an additional cost.

The easiest option (until you make money for a paid editor) is a machine editor, but not everything is smooth there either.

The second option is to learn English grammar yourself (but it takes time and money).

The third option is to find a free editor, but it will edit you from the kindness of sincere Chapter 5! You should be very grateful to him for this. After all, he spent his time on you and shared valuable knowledge.

And so I'm not sure that you will find an editor who can read all the chapters - 100-200-300 with the number of words from 80,000 to 300,000 for your simple thanks. I have not met such people yet. But probably they are?


I had an idea, in 2018 I am going to popularize the subject of the Silk Ooty. But in fact, all authors write what is close to their spirit, what they read or want to share their thoughts with others. And others just make a little money.

Moreover, writing is far from the most reliable and fastest way to earn money. If you also do not know the word very well.

In fact, it's faster to earn money by selling ads on YouTube or by taking food photos, although, of course, the sales hit has already passed.

Having a camera for $ 500-900, another $ 1,000 for gadgets, such as tripods, backlights. shadows, and other things, plus quality photo courses for $ 1000. If you have $ 3,000, then in half a year you will learn how to shoot so that your photographs will take "drains" at first, the authors will receive the first months from $ 50 to $ 200. For the second year, from 500 to 700 dollars. At the same time, they cook, sell their creations - jams, pastries, sell their ideas on healthy eating. Someone prepares healthy breakfasts or o-Bentos in offices, the prices are naturally higher, they are calculated for the rich office workers of foreign enterprises, state-owned companies.

Some go to flea markets, where they buy old dishes from their grandmothers for a penny, and then they sell it, bringing a little beauty for money in their online stores.

Money is flowing. Some go to Japan or South Korea to open online stores and make money again. Selling their products in their homeland, and some special items from their homeland in Japan or Korea. By the way, here you can write such a short story about different ways to make money. The fjord of short stories. Chapters 60-80.

Quick ways to make money!

In the meantime, I have three ideas to write new short stories. But to start writing new, not finishing the old, somehow does not look quite right. This will only show readers that the author is scattered with ideas, and at the same time, without burning desire, to bring the story to the end.

My Bro on the Tao is right if he really decided to start writing a new story, finish the old one. Even if the end is far-fetched, not entirely logical, but this is the end of the story. If desired, then you can write further if of course there are new thoughts.

So far I have 4 completed novels. You can write another 53 chapters and complete one novel, another rather than a novel, but a tool for evaluating, expressing thoughts about writing novels. discussion of issues. The third in the municipality can be completed now and then write the second season since it was more likely a short story. Then only the main novel will remain and you can start writing small stories voicing new ideas.

And later they will rewrite the story of adventurers and treasure hunters, compiling the story with already completed storybooks. And thus write a good romance with romance, cooking, adventure, and treasures.

Then it remains only to find a good editor. But the prof will take about $ 1,000 for a book of 80,000 words and not the pros, is a student native speaker from Asia probably 200-300 dollars?
This is considered a very good salary for us for 1 month of work.

Well, if at the same time he agrees to edit, and his editing will be at least average. Then one could try. But for now, it's all just a dream.

In all likelihood, I will slowly finish some novels in order to move on to new stories.

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

Milia deleted her instagram account[1] after her break-up with Stephen and made a new one. Well, it sounds silly but that way Milia deleted all the chats and contacts, pictures and memories. All the posts[2] of her with Stephen and the stories[3] of their meeting up and many things Milia thought was romantic but in reality it wasn't. Milia opened a new instagram account and added her friends and acquaintances. 

Author: Oh! Yeah.. this 'online-modern-day-love' is inspired from the budding love stories in the time of pandemic. Author has no intention to hurt or disrespect anyone's feelings, religion, work, or anything. Any resemblance to the actual event is a mere coincidence because it is all of the author's imagination. 

Milia put up a decent yet a tempting profile picture. She was wearing an Indian plain blue saree, with a black netted blouse. Her back towards the camera and her hands to the sides as if she were turning and her shoulder length wavy hair flying in the air making a semi-circle which indicates that the picture is a candid one. The saree accentuated her features. The slightly deep cut blouse revealed her fair porcelain skin and her slim hands stood out as she wore a black coloured fitness band which looked slightly bigger on her small wrist. (author: rolling her eyes.. 'a fitness band over a saree? Like seriously..?')

Milia got many follow requests[4], she accepted the ones she knew. After a week or two, Justin sent her a follow request. Milia saw the notification on her phone and wondered whether to accept it or not. Milia knew in bits about Justin from Ira. (I have explained the complex relations in chapter4) After some time Milia accepted his request and then requested to follow back. Justin instantly accepted her request. For a few days, no one texted each other, but one night. 

Justin's story had information regarding some news which could create panic and Milia cross-checked the information on the internet which showed that it's a false alarm. Milia can't stand any such thing that creates panic especially when all students are getting anxiety and stress because of covid-19 [5]. Milia replies to his story saying 'this is fake news and it's creating panic amongst students.' After sometime when Justin came online and saw the message from Milia. Usually he ignores messages that are not from his friends but this message piqued his interest. 'So there's actually a girl who boldly texts strangers.' he thought and replied to her "I am sorry. My intention wasn't that but as you said it'd create panic and so I deleted it. Thanks for pointing it out." Milia saw this and smiled, she thought 'he knows he's wrong so he apologised. Seems like a nice guy.' "it's alright :)" she replied.

And from here my dear readers the story will move on. The previous chapters which seemed to have no link in between will now connect. Milia and Justin are now gonna chat and find each other very similar. Milia who is grieving over her break-up and trying to move-on will text him and talk to him about his views on life, love and responsibility. Justin who's already not a believer in love will text Milia and ask her if she believes in a 'second chance' in life and love. They both believe in vibes and get good vibes from each other. Milia is too quick to catch when Justin gets nervous and Justin is stunned to know that this stranger whom he has never met but heard off can see through people so easily. They both get attracted to each other but they both won't take the conversation beyond a casual and a healthy flirting. Some heart-fluttering moments, some moments of surprise, some moments of awkwardness and some moments of closeness. Is this texting going to turn into a 'modern day love story with an old school heart?' or.. Will they go to their separate paths? Time will decide about that. And if you readers think, how can they text a stranger so casually, this is where the catch is. Milia and Justin are Ira's best friends. Ira speaks of Milia to Justin and about Justin to Milia. Even though they haven't spoken to each other, they know about each other. And the comment section on Ira's instagram is filled with comments of these two people who comment all good and worse things on Ira's posts. They're seeing the constant friendship the opposite one has with Ira and thus they feel an unknown thread of trust tying them together in this conversation. Milia's straightforward, bold and a shameless personality in contrast to Justin's shy, nervous and immature and innocent personality is going to make a fun yet a very heart-warming conversation.
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The chapter today is short because I am cooped up with my studies. Previously it was announced that my exams might get cancelled but now it's announced saying that the university will be conducting exams and so, very unfortunately I won't be able to write everyday even though I want to. But I'll give as many updates as I can. I hope you support me and my book. Your author is a college student. And this is my fourth semester in college. I'll try and give you all as many updates as I can. That's a promise. I hope you'll understand my side. 
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The following information regarding instagram is taken from the internet for informational purposes only. 

 1. Instagram account: Instagram is a free, online photo-sharing application and social network platform that was acquired by Facebook in 2012. Instagram allows users to edit and upload photos and short videos through a mobile app. ... Users also have the option of making their profile private so that only their followers can view their posts. 
 
2. Posts: An Instagram post is a photo or video that an Instagram user shares on the platform. 

3. Stories: Instagram Stories is a feature within the Instagram app where users can capture and post related images and video content in a slideshow format. ... Stories allow the addition of text, drawings and emoticons to images or video clips. Like Snapchat, filters and augmented reality (AR) stickers are also available for Stories.

4. Follow requests: If your account is set to private, anyone who wants to see your photos or videos will have to send you a follower request. Follow Requests will appear in your Activity. To approve a request, tap Confirm. To deny a request, tap Delete.

5. Covid-19: Coronavirus disease 


Dear Readers,
Today, I'm taking the time to explain the reason behind this book of mine, 'My Everything.'
My Everything - as you may have come to the conclusion by now, it is a compilation of my online novels, short stories, novella's and oneshots. 
The reason why I have decided to make a second compilation book is that, originally, I planned for the following:
Uncontrollably Fond of You series
The Desire Series
The Prince and His '...'
Oneshot BL Series

But unfortunately, Webnovel as limited space of 20 books per account and I already have 2 accounts. I don't see the need to make a third account because it is a hassle and I do not have many e-mail accounts at my disposal.
Currently, I am only allowed 40 books on this site and have only one slot left that I am saving up for my book 'The Lecherous Prince and His Playmate.' Originally the second last spot was supposed to go to my book 'Addicted' which is an extended version of 'Our Path - You Matter' but I stopped writing it for some reason so I have yet to decide to complete it and publish it.
Back to the point - I will be compiling my Desire Series in this book along with The Prince and His which are oneshots that I hope everyone enjoys.
So with this all being said, to my old readers, the oneshots will be new and perhaps there will be stories you haven't read such as 'My Dawn Within the Gloom' and many more.
To my new readers, feel free to read whichever you like,  this compilation or the individual books. And if any of you are one of those readers that does not like to wait, all my books are posted individually(Oneshots included) on Scribblehub.com under my penname: MyLadyQueen.
Thanks :)

"Would this really work?" Xu Guoqing quizzed, very hesitant, the risk in investing in emerging markets was great!
"Of course!" Jiang Cheng replied full of self-confidence, "Trust me, the success of [Stories About The Ming Dynasty] is by no means accidental, it proves that this kind of literature is indeed desired by people. Where there is a demand there is a market and profit to be made. This market is a big piece of cake that no one has taken a bite of. Whoever takes the first step will get the biggest slice! "
"How would it work?"
"To deal with online literature, webnovels you could call them, we would naturally start online first. We would need to first establish a website dedicated to the collection of such literature and organise them into genres.
And at first we will allow people to read free of charge but after publishing enough novels and attracting a large number of authors and readers, we will pick out the best works, contact their authors and request to sign them exclusively to our site. At which time, we can begin charging and make it pay to read per chapter. However, the fee can't be too high, so we can only charge about ten cent for each chapter."
"Ah? Can we really make money like this?"
"Of course we can, as long as we have a large enough reader base. And if the novel has a good reception, we can even publish physical copies of it. If we manage to secure and pull this off, it will be an endless supply chain and we will never have to worry about money again."
Xu Guoqing swallowed and asked, "Is there another part to your plan?"
"Yes! In addition to the online novels, we can also develop in entertainment, fashion, sports, etc. We can develop new websites and magazines dedicated to each field! Since entering the new century, the entertainment industry has developed rapidly, especially movies and music. Now it has become an industry that cannot be ignored. More and more people are concerned about entertainment trends and stars, especially young people nowadays. This can no longer be regarded as simply star chasing. They have formed a culture around it. So, this is an aspect we need to focus on, so we don't get left behind."
"So, that's why you want to be an actor?" Jiang Dejun suddenly inserted from the side.
"That's only one aspect," Jiang Cheng laughed and continued. "Movies and TV dramas play a huge role in public opinion and are more easily accepted by the masses. Just look at the United States. The reason why the United States is renowned as the world's strongest country, is apart from their economic strength and military strength, they have the worlds biggest media and entertainment hub. Which allows them to spread their influence and culture all over the world."
"Hollywood!" Jiang Dejun and Xu Guoqing said in unison.
"That's right. Hollywood!" Jiang Cheng said seriously. "They output a large number of films and television works to the world every year. In addition to making them billions, it acts as a microphone for the United States to spread its ideology and increase its influence. They hold a great amount of power and sway over global public opinion and naturally that allows them a great say. No one can compete with the United States in that respect."
"This is cultural aggression!" Jiang Dejun said angrily.
Jiang Cheng sighed and rolled his eyes mentally:
"In the next few years, the government will be vigorously supporting major domestic media firms, in hopes of increasing its influence internationally. So, an entertainment section should be top priority."
The two nodded in agreement.
"The next thing is fashion. In fact, this is the most important thing not to slack on, because fashion includes clothing, food, housing, and transportation, it contains almost every aspect of our lives. When this is done, it will not only increase our visibility, but also attract advertisers. As for sports, similar to entertainment, China is now about to become a sports power. If the Olympic bid is successful, this area will also develop vigorously in the future."
"So, you see, there are still many things that Southern Weekly can do. Online literature for the publication side and for the news side, entertainment, fashion, and sports can be done.
As for reporting on current affairs and academia, they don't have to be completely abandoned per say, but just make sure to steer clear of anything controversial or divisive and report more on things people can resonate with. Avoid talking about the military and controversial technology like it's the plague and the future development of Southern Weekly will still be bright."
Xu Guoqing was almost dizzy, this kid's vision was too big! Building multiple websites, creating a network of information and running various magazines on entertainment, fashion, sports, etc. This undertaking was too big!
But Xu Guoqing thought over it carefully and found that every point Jiang Cheng said made sense. If  his plan could be carried out Southern Weekly would definitely take off and become a major media firm in the future!
But the most important issue now was one word: money!
Southern Weekly was short of money and could only maintain its normal operation. He simply couldn't afford to do so many things.
Jiang Cheng read Xu Guoqing's concern and smiled: "Uncle Xu, I know your biggest worry now is that currently Southern Weekly is short of money, but you seem to have forgotten that there is a big gold mine right in front of you!"
Xu Guoqing thought for a moment and suddenly realized: "You mean [Stories About The Ming Dynasty]? Are you that confident in yourself?"
Jiang Cheng smirked and replied:  "I always have confidence in myself!"
Xu Guoqing took a deep breath, and gave out a sigh:
What a great kid, he figured out all the issues with Southern Weekly and knowing that I'm concerned about a way out for Southern Weekly, he threw out such a huge blueprint and stirred my appetite. Listing out all these opportunities before bringing it full circle and forcing me to make a decision. A small trick but effective!
Jiang Dejun was also surprised. Jiang Cheng talked so much about what 'they' could do to revive Southern Weekly. Only to return to pressuring Xu Guoqing to agree to his share plan. The kid really grew up!
Xu Guoqing smiled bitterly: "Boy, you've really backed your Uncle Xu into a corner. It seems my only option is to agree to your deal. But as a future shareholder of Southern Weekly, you should help increase profits right, hahaha."
Jiang Cheng smiled faintly: "Actually, my bottom line is as low as 10% of the book sales on [Stories About The Ming Dynasty], I don't mind sacrificing some money...that is in exchange for shares obviously. What do you say, Uncle Xu?"
"Hahaha, you want more shares, no chance."
Xu Guoqing couldn't help laughing as he turned to Jiang Dejun: "Old Jiang, you've truly raised a good son!"
Jiang Dejun also smiled, his smile was full of pride and relief.

Jiang Cheng a screenwriter is reincarnated to 2001, into the seventeen-year-old body of another Jiang Cheng. 

Clutching onto the dreams of his previous life he attempts to succeed where he previously failed. 

He starts from scratch, as a small-time screenwriter writing television shows and movie scripts. 

Filled with dreams of becoming a generational  entertainment legend and establishing an entertainment empire he takes the road to become the King of Film.

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*Discord: https://discord.gg/TeTKhzp

Why not try my other books: Angel of Death and Rebirth of the Entertainment Giant

11 o' clock.
The alarm went crazy shouting but the owner of that machine was still sleeping shamelessly without noticing her poor servant. It was the third time the alarm screamed using all of its HP. That was an everyday picture of Anna's house. She lives alone in a 1400 square feet apartment which was neatly designed by her. Every inch of her interior had a childish and cozy vibe. This was designed a long time ago, when she was eighteen or nineteen.
 
Then she was a sweet, cheery young girl. And now she is a grown woman. That was not the only difference between her younger and older version. She is more mature now, but the thing that never changed was her home. It reminded of her beautiful past which she thought she would forget one day. But it was her character to never forget the did. She wanted to keep her past memories as a bittersweet story of her life. 

Finally, Annabelle woke up from a phone call. She had to pick it up because the different set ringtone reminded her that it's her friend Kiera calling. Kiera wasn't her best friend, but she was the only friend that Annabelle had for the past 3 years and she was the only person she considers to keep in touch. 
"Anna! For God's sake! Today's the submission date! Did you post it or not?"
Kiera's shouting made Annabelle take her phone five inches far from her ears. 
"Aigho, why are you shouting in the early morning? You are gonna damage my ears too."
"Don't talk nonsense Anna, If you are going to keep this up, I will refuse the publisher and declare that you are never gonna submit your novel to them!"
"Hey! Don't do that. Ok, don't panic. Let me grab something to eat and then I will just post it right away." 
"Yeah, just hurry up."
*thunk*
Kiera put down her telephone receiver with a loud bang. Annabelle could understand her impatience. It was the fifth time that the submission date was set. She finished writing her novel a long time ago. But she was in a dilemma whether she should post it or not. 
Not long ago, Annabelle started writing in an online verified free novel website just to kill time. She wanted to be a writer when she was 5. But that was long forgotten among her big and ambitious dreams that until now she wasn't able to remember that tiny dream of hers. So, she started writing as an old hobby and posted her short stories on that free website. But it was totally unexpected to her when she saw huge responses and followers of her short stories. Kiera said that she had this talent from childhood but never tried to give this path a chance. She also said to pursue her new career as a writer. On the other hand, Annabelle didn't want to use her talent as a profession but just to use it as a hobby. So, Anna returned Kiera's proposal of being a writer.
It was settled. But maybe The God wished for something else. Annabelle's writings were able to pique interest in many publishers. They found her Email on that website and started to bug her for writing a fanfic or romantic novel. Even the biggest publishing company of the country sent her a proposal for writing any kind of novel.
So, it made Kiera to poke Anna for writing something new. Kiera knew Annabelle very well. After all she was her previous manager. After quitting from her previous career, Kiera became her close friend. Since then, Kiera is like her mother. She not only knew her likes-dislikes but also knew how to handle her. So, she somehow managed to pursue Anna and finally Anna began to write her new novel with a new story. This time it was a mystery novel about a boy and his experiences of his dramatic life. Despite being muddled in mystery, that guy still led a carefree life. A life that makes normal people envy. Annabelle wanted to portray her own character in that ML. Because she was another example of that carefree character as she witnessed so many ups and downs in her life just like him. But still, she loved her life so much. And that was the never changing fact for her.

"Everybody says writers create stories..... but I don't believe that. I believe writers have their own stories which help them to become actual writers," Annabelle spelled those words fearlessly.
There was nothing that could stop her to move forward, to stop her to make her own story. 
Anna threw the microphone she was holding and came down from the stage just to find her story, that guy who was standing backstage with his eyes fixed on her. Yes, he was her story. Then again, he is the only man she can ever make a story with. A story that is she obsessed with all along.
He kissed her passionately and whispered to her, "Let's make a story that holds us together, my love."

A crashed princess and an unknown prince charming fell in love with each other so madly, that's how their love story worked!

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"If I say it was a love at first sight, what would you do?"
"I will just reject you," she answered calmly. 
Kiera has given up on love. She promised that she is never going to fall in love. But the irresistible guy just came into her life forcefully as he fell in love with her from the moment his eyes fell upon her. She was nonchalant and on the other hand, he was persistent. She can't fall in love with him but she still can't resist seeing him with any other woman. 

Can they also make a story? A story that can also hold them together?
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So? What if I say all of this is just a delusion? A delusion that I am forcing you, people, to think? Who knows if it is true or not? Only the end can define its ending. Let's stick to the end together? Shall we?


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