He was stuck at Page 45.
Author Mason Lake was having a bad case of writer's block. For the first time since the last launch of his bestseller horror novel, Mason's fiction characters weren't doing a private roleplay in his mind. Maybe the primary reason was that he was trying to instigate romance in it. Romance, his manager said, added a little spice in any novel genre.
Not really, he thought. He didn't do romance. Heck, he didn't even like romance itself.
It embodied everything that was made of illusion. Actions that was purely influenced by flowery, girly emotions. Something that even an author like him couldn't fathom. He tried explaining it to his manager, John and failed. John already had his ears covered by his complaints.
"What do you want me to do?"
Mason moved his eyes away
