Chapter 52: Chapter 52

The female sits in front of me with her hands clasps before her and I smile, she smiles back at me too.

“How may I help the writer of my book today?”

She places a lazy eye on my parents who sits far off in a corner in the room and Sebastian who sits beside me with expectation.

“I want you to help me clarify something for us.” Her eyes flicks back to me and I tilt my head in confusion, placing a hand on my baby bump.

“What’s that? What do you need to clarify and to who… oh, to the readers. Wait, how did I know that?”

She nods at my confusion speech. “Yes, to the readers.”

The way she plays with her hands puts me on edge. I have never seen Angel Writes play with her hands.

“I want to be called writer now, and I believe that the readers may be out for my soul. I don’t want to die, I am still a minor.” She says and I nod at her, even though I am confused as hell. I think it is my pregnancy brain talking here, it might be or I just don’t get it at all.

“Why do you think they might be out for your soul? Do you even have a soul, I don’t think you do, writer.” I address her with the name she gives me and she looks around.

Sebastian and I share a brief glance before he stands up, beckoning to my parents who can’t keep their eyes off her. She looks back at them straight in the eyes and they look away, following my mate out of the room.

I wait till everywhere is quiet, their footsteps echoes are long gone and then I give my full attention to her, the writer.

My eyes narrows. “Do you want to take my parents away from me? They have only been here for a day-”

She shakes her head at me with her lips pulled back by her teeth. “No, like we agreed, they will stay for a month and continue to visit for only a month in each year.”

“Okay,” My eyes still remains narrowed, “Then why are you here…”

“Like I said, I am here to clarify some issues…” She breathes out. “The readers are confused about the end of the book. They are also a bit angry, they do not understand why I am in the book, so here I am, fixing my mess before I get a death sentence by them.”

Slowly I begin to understand what she is saying and a small laugh escapes out of my lips, not shocking her. It vibrates through me for a few seconds before I decide that I have had enough.

“Okay, so you need my help to do this why? You can just write something down in your magic pen and make them understand. I doubt that they will be able to kill you, you did create supernaturals, right?”

“Yes, but they are humans, I can be killed by a human’s hand, Minerva. I could die but they won’t kill me I am sure of it.”

“Okay… I am getting confused again. Just go straight to the point, I have lunch in a few minutes.” I look down at my wrist which clearly has nothing on it.

“I want you to ask me a few questions and I will reply to them with complete honesty.”

“A few questions? Don’t you think that is too small? How about a few hundred.” I smile and she nods.

“Whatever you think is appropriate is enough, I just need to get the guilt off my chest.”

I hum, rubbing circles on my belly. “Why are you guilty, writer?”

She blinks like she wasn’t expecting the question. I don’t know if she really wasn’t or it’s an act, a big act but nevertheless, she answers.

“I-I am a writer, it is my job to entertain the readers, my audience and if I can’t do that then why am I writing this book. Why did I create this book in the first place?”

It seems like she is acting herself the question, not me. It better not be me.

“I just feel like I owe them that much, and so many more. People use their time to read this book, they use money but they end up being confused? I can’t take that and so I am here to stop their confusion.”

I nod, taking note of the questions she answered, questions that I haven’t asked yet and I mentally strike them off.

“So your pen name is Angel Writes? Like, the name you use when you upload your books in the… er… platforms?” I squint my eyes, wondering if I got it right and when she nods, I appear satisfied.

“Yes, that’s my pen name.” She laughs suddenly, “And I guess in one of the comments in this book, a reader explains that she or he found the parts I seem to be in very… uninteresting.”

“You do know that if you quote this person wrong they might kill you.”

“I hope not, I just want to get the guilt off-”

“Please stop saying guilt.” I breathe out, “Alright next question, why did you show yourself to me? It clearly confuses the readers as you say it does and you want to stop that, yes but why did you add yourself into my book.”

She shrugs. “I simply thought that I was doing the right thing by letting you know and I still think so but I wish I really explained more better. I could have avoided this confusion a long time ago.”

It’s my turn to do the nodding. “So they commented. That’s how you knew that they were confused, right?”

“Yes, that is correct. I was literally begging for comments and when I got it, it left me devastated so I decided to solve this the only way I can.”

“I hope you do solve this, writer. I really do.” I say. “Now, next question… not exactly a question but related to it. Why did you kill Gwen and Greyson and Estella, partially.”

Her eyes narrows, “That is a question.”

“Yes, but in a way it isn’t. It is just you clarifying the readers confusion. Why did you do that to them?”

“It was their fat-”

“Fuck their fate, writer! You have the power to do anything in this book, why do that? Perhaps that’s why your readers are so unhappy. They better dry your bones with machines.”

She stands on her feet in the next second and looks down at me. “It was great seeing you again, Minerva. I hope to see you in the next book.”

“The next book? What is this one about, huh? Unicorns or more bullshit?”

“You’re been fueled by your hormones.” She replies calmly.

“Don’t talk to me like that, writer.” I breath in and out.. “I am calm now, you can sit. I still have more questions for you.”

She stands there for a while before she decides to obey my orders. “What’s next?”

“Who was Davina, really?” I squint my eyes. “I never knew her till I met Sebastian.”

“Exactly,” She nods, “Davina was from Asteria’s book. She is the enemy, well, she was and she was clearly following her father’s footsteps.”

“Henr- I mean, Zephyr, her father…”

“Not biologically, she was separated from your sister and raised by him.”

I scoff. “Let me guess, to be better, smarter than him, than us. Oh she was so not like that.”

“Next question.” She says, her eyes seems eager for it.

“What’s going to happen after all this, are you going to be done with your book, with your writing stuffs?”

She shakes her head. “I got a million books playing out in my head so no, I will move on to the next book in the series.”

“Which is?” I raise an eyebrow.

“It’s Isabella’s book, the daughter of Gwen.”

My eyes widen immediately, “Wait, wait. The name is the daughter of Gwen? And why are you writing about her, a little child.”

“No, that’s not the name, technically, I want to name it ‘Mated To A God’. And I am not writing about her life now, that will be when she is older, maybe over eighteen.”

“What’s so special about Gwen’s little daughter, she is my responsibility now, yes, but why put her into all this.”

“You want a sneak peak.” She leans back, watching my with her squinted eyes.

“Yes, a sneak peak of some sort, I guess.”

“Like the name implies, she will be mated to a god an-”

“Wait, there are gods? Shit! When I said that to the moon goddess, I was only joking. I wasn’t that serious… I think.” I interrupt and her eyes almost turn into a source of glaring daggers at me. Well, it does.

“She will be mated to a god, Minerva. I just hope she is prepared and she doesn’t hate me that much.”

I suddenly have the urge to laugh out. “Oh, she will hate you but I will try everything in my power to decrease that hate. Now, we will soon be closing the session, is there anything you want to tell the audience?”

“What audience?” She asks, her eyes now showing her confusion. “There’s no one here with us.”

“But people are reading this book right now, writer. So tell them what you want them to do. I somehow feel like you wanted me to say that.”

She shrugs almost happily. Why wouldn’t she be happy in the first place. She owns this universe after all.

She looks down, her body jerks up when she lets out a small laugh. “I don’t know what to say. I guess, I am honored to have people who read and love my book.”

“You mean my book, Minerva’s book remember. I believe there was a chapter named that.”

“Yes, there was but it’s still my book, Minerva. Okay, our book.” She corrects herself when she comes face to face with my glare.

“I love all my readers, you know.”

“Yes, that’s why you decided to make this chapter… to clarify,” My eyes narrows. “Maybe you should name it clarify.”

“Nah, the name I came up with is alright for me.” She continues. “I just wish you all can read the first book in the series, you’ll understand this one better and I will try my best to make Isabella’s book more understandable, probably like a standalone book.”

“Who are you talking to,” She turns to me as I say this, with a look on her face. “Oh, the audience. Sorry, pregnancy brain.”

“So are you going to ask for comments or…” I continue and she stares blankly at me.

“I am getting there, I just want to call the name of Asteria’s book and where they can find it.”

“Haven’t you said it before?”

“Yes, but maybe they don’t remember and reading this will make them understand this book better. So yes,” She is suddenly facing the wall beside her, “I want you guys to read the first book. ‘Asteria: The Fey King’s Mate’. It’s exclusively on Novelcat, so I couldn’t upload it here. I am sorry for that, I really am but this will make you understand a lot of things better and I hope you like it.”

I look at the wall she is facing with a small smile. “And please leave a comment on what you think about my book. I would like the writer to come back with good news of how someone wants to marry me. Don’t worry, Sebastian won’t kill you, I will try my best to keep you safe.”

“Just leave a comment, guys. A honest one.”

I frown when she pushes away my long speech with her short one and I turn to her. “Is it your time to leave? Or your want to talk about Isabella some more.”

“You better watch your niece, Minerva. She should grow with grace.”

“No, she won’t. I have had enough of that Grace, I won’t let her ruin my life and Isabella’s but yes, I know what you really mean. Will I get to read the story?”

“You will get to be in the story, Minerva. Hopefully, I will publish it on all the platforms by this month. I have only written down three chapters now, but I haven’t exactly typed it, so laziness is biting on my butt.”

“Your butt…” I trail. “It is going to cold when you die…”

She rolls her eyes. “I won’t die. I just want comments now.”

“Oh, and you didn’t tell them.” I point to the wall she was staring at a minute ago. “Come on, tell them.”

Again, she rolls her eyes but does as I say.

“I want you guys to comment.”

“I don’t think that will make them do as you ask. Say something much more longer and hyped, really hyped.”

“More hyped…” She whispers under her breath. “I write stories, you all know that. You are reading it right now and well, I never thought anyone would like my stories, I never thought anyone would spend their time reading it, I still don’t think so but you guys have… and that means a lot, but sometimes I wonder what you’re thinking. I wait for you to give me feedback and I get nothing, no feedback at all.”

Feedback, that can be the name of this chapter.

“And I understand,” She suddenly laughs at herself, “No, I don’t understand, I just lie to myself… and I don’t know what to say, I just want to hear from you guys… if you like the story or if you don’t then it’s okay. Tell me what to improve on, so that the next book I won’t mess up again. And those who managed to leave a comment, thank you. I cry when I read them because I have been waiting all my life for one, just one and when I see it, I am glad. So, just a leave one, or two or three, explaining how you feel and I will be glad if you follow me to the next book.”

She breathes out and leans back on the chair.

“Now that was a bit hyped.”

“Yes. Yes, it was.” She shrugs, “”Now, it’s really time to end the book.”

“Oh,” I sit up with glee. “I love super ending.”

“You hold the pen, Minerva.”

“Technically you still do,” I roll my eyes. “THE END.”

I don’t stop myself from winking at the wall.

I don’t stop myself from having high expectation the next book and then I look at the smiling writer.

“You will tell me if you receive any marriage proposal for me in the comments, right?”

And she shrugs… “That is if you get any.”

“Why do I feel like Estella’s book may come out too.”

“Because it will, but not now, probably after Isabella’s.”

“Oh goody.”