[I believe a stab to the heart would put us both out of our misery.]
[I'd have probably added the original writer who sold his outline to you too, but I'm guessing the motherfucker doesn't care. Though I'd still have to curse his seven generations for selling such an exquisite work with a good premise to a stupid and incompetent writer like you.]
[What baffles me most is that you're on best seller. Not only that, even topping the rankings. You also have a plethora of good reviews... Five stars for most of them, in fact. Makes me wonder if you paid bots to give good reviews, or if the average IQ of readers these days is just that poor.]
[Each of the possibilities could be the truth, and honestly, it is not that surprising. A retarded author would attract retarded readers. Talk about "birds of a feather."]
[I must admit that I myself was initially attracted to this book. As with the cover, the synopsis was equally beautiful and captivating. However, I still can't fathom how we went from peak writing in the first 20 chapters to A.I. Slop thereafter. Any reader with half a working brain cell would be able to tell the glaring difference in writing quality right from chapter 21.]
[It would have been easily overlooked if, aside from the quality, everything else was still good. But not only did you also destroy the story's plot and premise, you completely overturned every character, turning them into 2D archetypal idiots with no soul, consistently inconsistent and downright annoying to read. So I can say with full chest that my assumption that you bought this work is not completely baseless.]
[In everything, I'm just saying that you are a disgrace of a writer and your writing is trash. I had only carried on this far, in hopes that perhaps, at some point, things might see a good change. Who knows? Perhaps you might've been going through some difficulties that resulted such a drop in quality. But now, I realize that is not the case, and wish you would just die so I can at least feel validated for my wasted time, dashed hopes and squandered money. Most importantly, for destroying something with as much potential.
[Thank you. Now you can go fuck yourself, and be sure to die while at it.]
Nolan huffed through his nose after typing out his long ran... Review, slipping his phone back into his pocket and twisting the ignition, kick-starting the car.
He smoothly eased out of the driveway, with the effortless grace of a man who was very familiar with the wheels, despite the fact that he had just marked his eighteenth birthday on this same day.
It didn't take long before he arrived at a small steakhouse, where he parked before going in.
His eyes danced around the tables before settling on a group, and a smile broke out on his face. And with long strides, he made his way towards them.
The small chatter of the group slowly died as they noticed a presence making its way towards them. The moment they saw him, though, smiles and grins decorated their faces.
"Ah, here's the birthday boy!" A blonde-haired guy within the group stood up, extending his hand for a dab.
Both of them clasped their palms with wide grins, the sound echoing loudly in the building and attracting some curious glances to their table.
Not like they cared much though.
Aside the boy, were two other girls.
"Happy Birthday, babe," the blonde between the two girls drawled with a sensual smirk, pulling Nolan away from Marcus into a hug.
"I know I'm smoking hot, but don't go around making me look like an infidel, you idiot," Nolan greeted back, returning the hug.
She, Mitchell, was his best friend, and also Marcus's cousin. And while Marcus was a broski, Mitchell was a troublesome rascal.
"Heh, you denying me now because your girlfriend is here, huh? After promising me the heavens and swearing before an altar to marry me so you can pound me to oblivion." Mitchell responded with a teasing snicker.
Nolan almost choked on his saliva.
"Mitchell!" He rasped in bewilderment.
He knew she was usually bold and very much trouble, but this was too bold! Too much!
Turning to the last girl in the group who was watching him with a displeased gaze, he couldn't help but wonder if she had gotten into a fight with Mitchell, and the latter was trying to provoke her now.
"Alright, alright." Mitchell chuckled.
Nolan only rolled his eyes.
"Hey babe," Nolan greeted as he moved round the table to the other side, leaning down to steal a kiss from the last girl in the group.
"You don't look pleased."
She gave a dead stare before snorting.
"Well, no shit, Sherlock."
Nolan could only scratch his head in embarrassment.
He could hear Marcus sneak a laugh beside him and he felt like punching the boy for laughing at his misery.
'Damned Mitchell!'
Cora couldn't help but snicker at his darkened expression, but her mask eventually broke into a smile.
"Happy birthday," she smiled and pulled him down by his shirt, for another kiss. A very deep one this time, not even minding the location.
A look of proud satisfaction made its way to her face when she released him, after which he dropped into the seat beside her's.
The evening bled quietly into dusk, as the group enjoyed their meals and drinks, chatting about everything and nothing at all. Most importantly teasing Nolan about finally becoming an adult, or at the very least, trying to get past his thick skin.
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The group made their way out of the steakhouse by almost 9:30, with Cora leaning on Nolan, and her steps slightly unsteady.
She appeared a little tipsy, and Nolan guided her to the passenger seat of the car, fumbling a little with the keys.
He closed the door behind her, and made his way to Marcus who was already sat on his motorcycle, Mitchell sitting behind him and holding fast to him.
"Alright guys. Have a good night," he said with a warm smile.
Marcus first dragged his gaze to the car, and then to Nolan, his gesture very obvious.
"You too, man," he replied with a knowing look.
"Night, hunk," Mitchell replied, giving him a wink, as Marcus sped off into the night.
Nolan watched them go with a smile that soon vanished into a cold look as he turned around.
He looked at his car, as though he could see the fragile Cora who was already fast asleep through the tinted glass, and made his way to the dark corner of the steakhouse.
"Come out, it's no use hiding!"
His voice was no longer the warm one from earlier, instead completely cold and about two octaves deeper.
"Oh? You noticed? Heh, seems you're quite perceptive. Unnaturally so I must say."
A beautiful man stepped into the light.
Well, not exactly light, as it was still a dark alley. Just that, Nolan was able to see him now.
The man's voice was also a little feminine. And if not for his flat, sculpted chest, visible from his unbuttoned shirt, as well as the sharp jaws that defined a man, he would easily passed for a woman.
Nolan's gaze grew colder. He felt incredibly uneasy before the man, and couldn't help but wonder if the man was someone like him.
"Who are you?" Nolan asked.
"I feel insulted not to be recognized by the man who tore the shit out of me in my own discord server today. It's kinda... I dunno, pitiful don't you think?" The man drawled, looking into Nolan's golden eyes that seemed to be glowing in this dark corner with a smirk.
Nolan's eyes narrowed.
"You're..."
"Now you recognize me. That's good, at least I'm not so 'unimpressionable'."
Nolan's expression couldn't help but twist a little in disgust.
"You're stalking me because of that?"
The weird author's grin widened.
"You're quite an arrogant man, I really hope it holds in the real world."
Nolan snorted. "What do you want?"
"Want?" The man raised a brow as though Nolan uttered something weird.
"Why would I want anything? On the contrary, I want to show you something. Don't worry, you'll like it. I bet your balls, you would."
The next second, the world darkened in Nolan's eyes. The last thing he saw, being the author's disgusting grin.