Sorry if you dont like it, its my first short story. Anyway enjoy

A bunch of short stories for/not for the heart

_Some end Happy
_Some end sad

~I would have made it so each title could be it's own book; but that would be to many 1 chapter books so I will squish them all on here, Like I said before. I ONLY WRITE SHORT STORIES: THEREFORE EACH CHAPTER WILL BE A DIFFERENT STORY WITH DIFFERENT PEOPLE. EACH TITLE WILL BE A NEW STORY. A STORY WITH MORE THEN ONE CHAPTER WILL HAVE NUMBERS IN PARENTHESIS AFTER THE TITLE.

There is no specific update day - I update when I wanna. Each story may/may not have a plot. 

*Target: Everyone
*Genre: A bunch of diffrent types/ Mostly Romance Fiction


<3~If I get enough comments that I should actually write a full chapter book then I just might.

A compilation of chapter long stories of different genres to read when you want a small adventure!!!

This book is full of of 12 short stories; they are all of my original stories.
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*If some of the books seem a bit short, it is because I'm having a break from updating them*

"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, King of Sports and Rebirth of the Entertainment Giant

Title: The Anthology In Which We Met

Description: About a student reviewer and Light Novelist classmate forming a rivalry about stories. This is about their day to day interactions as they learn more about writing stories from each other.

This is basically me writing in my pass time some concepts I don't have the time to actually write in full length. That's why I'm just listing it based on what genre story it is rather than anything concrete.

Prologue: Meeting My Dreaded Nemesis!

As a child, I always believed myself to be the hero of my own story. That I was hiding some special talent even I myself didn't know about was waiting for my time to shine. The media that affected me most was watching 'Superheroes' and other kind of generally nice protagonists easily getting ahead in life. It was like the world itself was protecting them from harm.

However, as I grew up, I realised that I severely underestimated the 'story' of life. It was when I realised that I was slowly becoming an 'outcast' with no friends in Primary School did I realise that just waiting for life to shower you with luck is just an unrealistic fantasy only protagonists in fiction could do. An actual human being needed to work hard!

To think that I was narrow-minded enough to believe that the fiction of reality was as simple as a power fantasy... It wasn't a self-indulgent tale created to cater to whims of reader's desires!

Instead, it was an extremely adaptive and interactive story where choices and the will of the almighty author of my life mattered most. The story of James Speedwagon could even become a tragedy or psychological drama if I didn't pay enough attention to the people around me. This realisation led me to aim for the perfect slice-of-life my story should be...!

This made me exercise my body, honing my fashion sense by asking my sister for advice, and generally paying attention to the 'story' happening around me so I could avoid the worst outcomes imaginable.

Once my backstory was finished and I moved on to Secondary School, I knew at that moment that this time it was truly my time to shine! The training to become a typical good-looking classmate who could enjoy is school life with his high popularity was a success. Ahhh, the wonders of using everything one has in their disposal to control their story's route~

The feeling of being control of my life is so wonderful~! Who wouldn't love this kind of life?

A mob never undergoes intense hardships!

I had a nice group of friends with the same interest as me, no bullies, high grades, and the respect of the people around me. Although their were the odd few who viewed me as stuck-up and arrogant due to their jealousy, everything was mostly perfect.

Not only did I have a great mask that allowed others to have better feelings about, but my true identity also shined in the vast ocean of the internet as Webnovelist that posted an anthology of short stories online for my own amusement. Seeing people comment in order to praise me for my hard work really made me feel that all the time I spent toiling and planning fiction was worth every moment of it.

Everything was so peaceful... until SHE came along...

"Good morning, today we're going to introduce a new transfer student. Please be sure to treat her nicely, okay?" The bald-headed teacher spoke with a tone that left no room to refute. However, before the person in question was sent to sit at her seat, the transfer gestured by putting her hand up.

"...You don't have to put up your hand."

"Sir, can I do a self introduction? Pleeeassee~" The girl transfer student stretched out her last words in an extremely cute tone. This, combined with her natural Asian beauty, made it hard deny her.

"You can..."

"Thank you, Sir~" Even her words of gratitude seemed to be affected by her bubbly personality and came out sounding pleasant to hear. If she became a voice actor then I'm sure she'd make a lot of money.

"Nice to meet everyone, my name is Tina Sakura. I may look and sound like your typical Japanese foreigner but if you ask if I actually know how to speak Japanese, then you'll be disappointed~!

Some claim I'm eccentric while others claim I'm fun to be with, but what's my most notable quality is that I'm the Light Novel author of 'Is my Big Brother really a Magic Assassin?'. My pen-name is 'Girigiri-girl' and I'm a Genius Writer that's quite popular online~!" The girl named Tina spoke with so much confidence that my short-circuited in confusion.

Was this girl out of her mind? Did she not feel any shame? How could she reveal her identity as a writer so easily? This is quite strange... Normally, most would try to avoid being labelled as some kind of 'Bookworm', but this girl seems perfectly content with the outcome...! Somehow, her bubbly personality seemed to melt everyone's hearts quite quickly... Eventually, the entire class befriended her.

However, when it finally came to my turn of having my heavily guarded heart melted by her extroverted attitude, I buckled and decided to avoid her altogether instead. Why? Well, it was because she took the 'spotlight' without even trying to.

I felt quite jealous towards her... Not only did she honestly talk about her hobbies, but she didn't even have to pay attention to anyone else's feelings to befriend them. It was almost like she was a naturally born main character who didn't need to put effort into her appearance yet still got along with everyone around her. Strangely, I've even come to hate that part about her... I feel like my effort was wasted...!

"Hey, you okay...?"

"It's nothing. Just leave me alone. Be quite in the library." I asked while spending my break 'reading'.

No, it wasn't quite that. This Girigiri-girl before me might be an 'Author', but I myself was actually a 'Troper' that recognised the ins and outs of a story in order to give it an appropriate review. My username of 'Prince Pauper, the Troper' online was treated like a grim reaper which many tried to stay away from due to my constructive but negative review methods.

"You like reading as well?" She asked with curiosity.

I closed the Fantasy Novel I Has in my hand and nodded my head since there's no use hiding it. I've already realised the errors of my ways and decided to stop hiding what parts of me are truly 'real'...

"That's great! Do you wanna become pen-pals?" The girl asked with great enthusiasm. It was this mundane conversation that started the endless battles between me and my nemesis, Tina Sakura!

(Cover by Darkstar Dust)

This is a story I worked on ages ago that has been refined and edited by adding foreshadowing to events while also simplifying the power system better than before. This story can be considered a prequel to An Adventure Beyond Greatness as it takes place years prior to the events of that story.

Short Synopsis:
After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.

Long Synopsis:
This is about a flawed protagonist who only knew to rely on others and not socialise who gets a second chance to change himself in order to live the life he aimed for in his past life. The narrator isn’t exactly trustworthy since it is purely in his bias perspective while other perspectives given by others fill in the blanks that he either leaves out or twists to suit the situation.

The story itself can be considered a parody of Isekai’s classic tropes which are given a sense of reality as time goes by. As there exists no ‘Demon Lord’, there is also no black and white, only characters opinions and counter-opinions throughout the story.

The documentary was still being made, but its marketing campaign had already kicked off. The first step in the campaign, a three-minute trailer, drew quite a bit of attention because of the Fang Zhao effect.
"So I hear that Fang Zhao wrote the score for the trailer? That's awesome. Are there any music professionals out there? How is the score? Let's hear some professional analysis."
"I'm not a professional and I can't offer professional comment, but I think the score sounds good. Coupled with the trailer, it's quite a moving combination. Sigh, it's not easy being a Hull-virus patient or the family member of one."
"Are there any Hull-virus-related charity events going on? I want to donate to the researchers, but I can't find anything online. I wonder if they have enough funding? I hear the treatments they offer are all free."
"There's no need for donations. The major research institutes behind the cure are all backed by major investment funds. Such an important project like curing the Hull virus isn't short on funding. What they lack is the right talent."
"It's time to study medicine. No, I mean to study music, so we can save lives like Fang Zhao."
"Let's be down-to-earth and stick to medicine. After all, only one Fang Zhao has surfaced in the 500-odd years of the New Era."
Other folks had other concerns.
"The director of the documentary said that the score was an in-kind donation from Fang Zhao. Does that mean Fang Zhao composed a song for the documentary without charging a single cent?"
"Something like that. After all, documentary filmmakers need to hire folks to compose their scores. Master-level musicians don't come cheap at all."
"Fang Zhao's market value is something to be reckoned with, no? A commissioned piece from him should cost at least 10 million dollars, no? I remember he sold a piece for 10 million at one point. That's 10 million we're talking about! And he made the offer without a thought."
"Ten million is low. How long ago was that? His fee will definitely go up now that he's won the Supernova Award. Plus he is immensely popular now. The filmmakers behind the documentary clearly wanted to use Fang Zhao to draw attention. I don't know what level of artistic mastery Fang Zhao has reached right now, but in terms of market value, he must command a lot more than 10 million, at least twice as much. The director of the documentary was smart. Think about how much of his marketing budget he saved with Fang Zhao's gift."
"Fang Zhao is like a god. One moment he's taking the gaming world by storm, the other he's mining and battling beasts on a foreign planet. Before you know it, he's starring in a blockbuster TV series—and his songs can cure diseases? I haven't rested my knees since the day I started following this star."
"I wonder what Fang Zhao will endorse next."
For most people, the curing of the Hull virus was just a casual topic of conversation. They quickly moved onto something else, even though it was widely covered by major news outlets and there was the Fang Zhao factor. Anything that didn't concern their immediate interests was trivial. They would move on after dwelling on it briefly.
Meanwhile, the Hull-virus patients and their immediate families treated Fang Zhao as a savior. Ming Cang had said in public on many occasions that he would lend Fang Zhao his unconditional support on many matters. Their gratitude was not something outsiders could comprehend.
Due to the latest round of saturated news coverage, the four movements of the "100-Year Period of Destruction" series, which folks dubbed the key to curing the Hull virus, rose in value.
Silver Wing Media, Fang Zhao's management company, took advantage as well. Polar Light, the first-generation Silver Wing virtual idol that was already somewhat passe, started trending within Yanzhou again.
Online discussion picked up as well.
"Does Fang Zhao own the rights to the four movements of his '100-Year Period of Destruction' series or does Silver Wing? Has he sold the rights to any of the movements?"
"If not, I'm thinking their market value has just doubled." 
"Bullsh*t! I think it at least tripled."
"Speaking of which, I remember that idiot from Leizhou, Mr. Z, bought the rights to the third movement for a movie of his."
"Are you talking about Zaro, that generator of trashy movies? A crappy film paired with a godly score. What an insult!"
"We Leizhou natives are used to it."
"I just searched for that Zaro movie and watched it. To be perfectly honest, the part of the film that used the third movement of the '100-Year Period of Destruction' score kind of stood out. It was quite good. The scenes were especially epic and mindblowing. Those armored vehicles were the real thing!"
"Really? Let me search for it too. What's the name of the movie?"
"It's called 'God of War'."
So viewers dug out and watched a film that even Zaro himself had forgotten about. Within a short time frame, the film racked up enough fresh views to push it into the top 10 on Leizhou's biggest video-streaming website.
When Zaro saw the data his agent showed him, he was blown away.
"This hardcore? That can't be the case. In terms of driving traffic, I can certainly rival Fang Zhao!" Zaro was convinced there was something wrong with the data.
Zaro's agent stared at his client with a blank expression. "Why don't you read the news more often? You've barely been skimming the entertainment headlines recently," he said as he brought up stories from major news outlets about the Hull virus and Fang Zhao's Supernova win on his tablet.
Zaro scanned the stories quickly. He looked like he had just witnessed a 10-ton elephant take off in flight.
Lately, Zaro had been busy reading several novels and scripts that Woo Tianhao had passed to him. The duo had had a good time dabbling in garlic speculation and now were planning on investing in a movie project together.
The past two days, Zaro had been mulling over how to use garlic to improve his acting. Then he'd heard about the spike in the views of "God of War."
Zaro also read some of the online comments, which left him fuming.
"What do they mean that donating to charity is better than splurging on a crappy movie? I spend my money how I like. How am I getting in their way by having a good time? Did I dip into their savings? I've never been late on a single tax payment. These folks have nothing better to fidget over."
"It's 'fuss over'."
"Huh?"
"Forget it, fidget it is, then." Zaro's agent tried to calm his client, who had rolled up his sleeves and was gearing up for a war of words. "Cool down, Senior Master! You know, no amount of words is a substitute for action. You have to let everyone know that you have ambition too." 
Zaro interrupted his agent immediately. "I'm well-off and hail from a powerful family. What's wrong with talking about scoring chicks, reading novels, and speculating on garlic? Why are you talking to me about ambition?"
Zaro's agent: "..." Are you trying to piss me to death so you can go shopping for a new agent?
Oblivious to the terrified look on his agent's face, Zaro felt he had been maligned. He felt that he had been on good behavior, keeping a low profile. Who could have known that he'd get attacked for holing up at home reading novels?
"It's all Fang Zhao's fault!" Still, Zaro was full of confidence. "Just wait until this business about the Hull virus dies down. Fang Zhao won't be trending again. Without government media taking the lead—and given how quickly entertainment headlines change—who's gonna remember him in a few days?"
The agent had no qualms about taking Zaro down a notch. "Festival and awards season is about to begin. Fang Zhao did a good job in 'Founding Era.' It's very likely he'll pick up an award."
"Film festivals? Let me be clear: I'm not going to attend any that aren't high class enough."
The agent: "..." Who the f*ck cares whether you attend or not? None of the prestigious festivals sent you invites on their own initiative. I had to use my connections to get them.
But all Zaro's agent did was keep these thoughts to himself. If he actually voiced them, Zaro would be royally pissed off. Zaro's agent never bothered volunteering information that upset his boss.
But just as Zaro's agent had pointed out, Fang Zhao was flooded with invites from film festivals big and small from all around the world. He had only been in a TV series and had yet to appear in a movie, but he still got invitations from film festivals. Some of the organizers were hoping to work with him on projects, while others wanted to hitch a ride on his recent star power. But Fang Zhao turned down most of the invites. He was busy.
The Twelve Tones program was not a walk in the park. The course load wasn't heavy, but there were a ton of assignments. After penning the song for the Hull-virus documentary, he had to write a lengthy paper. The paper accounted for a big chunk of his grade. If he didn't achieve a certain GPA, he wouldn't be able to graduate.
Nanfeng had briefed him on the online commentary, but Fang Zhao hadn't paid much attention. Even though there were plenty of news stories about him, this much he and Zaro agreed on: it would die down in a few days.
Even though all these TV and film festivals were coming up, some of which Fang Zhao would attend, by that time, every celebrity would be angling for a piece of the action. The publicity teams for many top stars had been gearing up already, but who knew this Hull virus business would land Fang Zhao in the entertainment headlines again. But that was a fluke. These crack teams were going to go all out in the days that followed. Let's see who shines the brightest on the red carpet eventually. After such an extended shoot on Planet Wai, many members of the "Founding Era" cast felt it was their turn in the limelight.
Yet no one, including Fang Zhao, would have guessed that the name that was slowly being crowded out would dominate entertainment headlines once again a week later.
A week later, Fang Zhao's neighbor Will finally emerged from hiding.
He had been holed up in his dorm room for seven straight days. Apart from attending to his bodily functions, all Will had done was paint. By the time he left his room, he was a shade of his previous self, barely able to stand on all fours. He had lost a ton of weight, as if he had just survived a major illness, yet he was in great spirits and looked relaxed.
Will showed his painting to his adviser after emerging from hiding.
The first time the old professor laid eyes on the painting, he was so shocked that he struggled to find words.
The crooked outline looked quite over-the-top, but somehow, it came together nicely. The extensive use of black, in contrast to the white canvas, lent passion and mystique to the piece, which was so dynamic and full of tension. If someone stared at the painting, they would feel as if they had just succumbed to a bewildering blow; they'd have no idea what had just hit them.
The old professor glared at the painting for some time before taking a deep breath. He asked Will, "Can I keep the original for a few days? I want to take a good look at it."
Will nodded decisively. "Sure."
After getting Will's permission, the old professor took the painting home. Wanting to brag and to get a second opinion, he invited an old friend over to have a look.
"'My Neighbor'? Who's Will's neighbor?" the friend asked.
"Fang Zhao. You know, the guy who was all over the place a while back. He's in Will's class. He's the youngest student in the program this year," the old professor explained.
"What's so interesting about Fang Zhao? But is he really like that in real life? The portrait gives off a weird vibe. It's kind of spooky too."
"I confirmed with Will. It's Fang Zhao all right."
"Wow. I never would have guessed that Will would take this approach. This is a significant improvement. The sketching is superb—and he has gone beyond putting idea to paper. It's so rare to have this level of enlightenment at this age. This should be put on display so that the other art academies can see what our Twelve Tones students are made of!"
"Well, that's up to Will. Once it's on display on campus, buyers will soon beckon."
"Then let's put it up for auction. The painting will definitely fetch a good price. That is, if Will is willing to sell."
So, painting in hand, the old professor personally paid Will a visit to see if would be willing to put the piece up for auction on HuangArt's auction website.
HuangArt selected outstanding student works every week to put on display. If the artists agreed, the pieces would be put up for auction as well.
"Go ahead and put it on display and up for auction," said an emotionless Will.
The old professor was quite baffled by Will's casual attitude. "You're willing to part with it now? You don't want to keep it for a few years?"
"No," Will responded firmly.
The old professor wanted to confirm Will's intentions. "It took a great deal of effort and reflection to produce this painting. Are you sure you want to sell it right after you've finished it?"
Will seemed confused. "This was only my short-term goal. Painting Fang Zhao is only the first step. My ultimate goal is actually to draw his dog."
As far as Will was concerned, painting Fang Zhao was only a transition. Been there, done that. Why keep the painting around?
Speaking of which, it dawned on Will that it was time to ask Fang Zhao if he could borrow that dog.


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

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 


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