Hey!
I've been receiving a lot of comments.
"Please update." Blah blah, the usual.
I know, I know. I have disappeared. For a good cause, actually.
Wait for it.
I'm GRADUATING.
Yes, long journey in life I guess.
And now, I'm headed towards something bigger which is college. Newsflash, I've achieved one of my top goals and that is publishing a book and having it displayed somewhere. Well? I was required to create a book for my school.
I made 4 copies.
1 for the school library. 2 for my mentors. And the other one is for me.
It's actually psychological/supernatural since I need to somehow relate it to my thesis, and I'm debating whether or not to have it online. And as a matter of fact, it's basically BOOK NUMBER ONE. 80 PAGES GIVE OR TAKE HAHA. Yes! The ending is a cliffhanger. And that is a major spoiler. I might write BOOK NUMBER TWO in the future. Afterall, writing is still one of my well-known hobbies.
I also want to improve my writing skills even if it won't be my chosen career.
So, give me your thoughts on it. Should I?
(Here's a photo of my book)
PS: Did I reveal my name? Damn.
And as promised, I will finish this book. I just have a tiny problem. All my focus was devoted on my book requirement that I have forgotten the plot of this book. So I need to reread this, browse through my notebooks (hopefully I'll find them), and then recall the things I planned for this book. Probably even make the plot better now that I am a changed woman. Lmfao.
Anyways! I need to do this to make it work. My friend and I also made a bet.
A FREAKING BET.
That I'll reach 100k views before my date of birth.
August.
Well, I told her, "That's impossible." So yeah if ever I lose, it's all your fault for supporting and believing in this book.
So the point is, to make it happen and for it to even be fair for my friend, I need to at least update this book.
And I promised her I'd continue after graduation.
So May 30. Set the date.
~thegoddamnauthorofthisbook
YOU ARE READING
The Heir (on-hold)
WerewolfShe was born in the midst of a storm and cries of another newborn. She was as swift as the wind of a hurricane. She was as fierce as the lightning of the storm. Her once golden irises turned grey as her white sclera turned black, her position evid...