*bzzt bzzt*
From: Bestie Amaya
Yo btch! You wrote the book entitled, "Re-written" right? Well, it just won the first prize but why is the author listed as Naomi?
What the fck? Naomi stole my work? What the hell is wrong with that stupid woman? It's not my fault her husband is a fckboy who kept trying to score with me. As if a guy like him would ever have a chance. Psh. Disgusting!
I stuffed my phone into my bag, anger coiling like fire in my chest. I needed answers. Naomi had to explain herself. I stormed out of my apartment, my heart hammering.
The city stretched beneath me, neon lights flickering as if mocking my rage. My footsteps carried me to the rooftop where I know she'd be, my fists clenched and trembling.
But before I could reach her, a shadow moved too fast for me to react. A woman appeared from nowhere and shoved me off with terrifying force.
"H-HEEEELPP--"
I tumbled backward, wind ripping past me, stomach lurching as the ground rushed up.
Before my eyes closed, I locked sight with her on the rooftop. She was grinning.
Am I really going to die?
I wish this was just a dream.
YOU ARE READING
Wryten
FantasyI was an author. I was THE author. But somewhere between the ink and the shadow, I awoke inside my own tale, walking within its pages, and ensnared by the world I once created. This is Hana, but here, they call me Elaris Draeve, and this is my stor...
