All Chapters of A Writer's Contract: Twisted Inspiration: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

There were some things that came easy to Jun. One of those things is befriending people, He had always been the type to have a lot of friends and he could talk to people easily.The second thing was that Jun had no problem with facing the crowds. He could easily take the center of attention, and he handled being on a stage very well.Jun was actually looking forward to their TV show. He wanted to see what would happen then especially since their interviewer was a famous talk show host known for making celebrities squirm in their seats.He was looking forward to the challenge, but Iori wasn't... She's been grumbling about that the whole time they drove to the studio. She even took his car keys from him and insisted on driving. She almost made a fuss about them taking her car instead but Jun couldn't fit in that car and drive comfortably. So she conceded upon the condition that she would be the one driving.Since their dace lessons and the way, Jun acted th

"The TV show 'Our First Time' revealed some interesting truths about the relationship between the writers Jun Kamikoi and Iori Satou. This famous couple that we all heard about reveals how they ended up together in the show and tells us the details about how their enemies-to-lovers relationship progress. But, more importantly, the talk show's host, Seiji Mizuyama managed to make them reveal some interesting facts about their childhood traumas."Kajima read the newspaper out loud as they sat at the meeting table in their apartment. He was of course oblivious to the glare Jun was sending his way. the young mum was reading the newspaper as if it was some official declaration food and unknowing of the fact that it would probably be his official doom." oh here is a much better one," Kajima exclaimed taking a magazine from the stack that was piling on the table.They were waiting for Kurosaki-san to appear for their weekly meeting. Kajima had come one hour earlier be

Jun stood there staring at the door that Iori had just closed, and from the sound of it, she was pushing something against it.He waited for the anger, hurt, or indignation because she treated him like that, but, all he could feel was his heart racing at the cold distant look on her face. She completely put of it, as if you too Iori out and left a shell of a person. A machine that was operating on autopilot and that under the lightest interruption, she would go into overload mode and explode.That's why Jun stepped back. and that's why he released her hand when she wanted him to. Although he wanted nothing more than to pull her closer and tell her that everything was going better.A completely useless action that would have comforted no one but him...As Jun stood there he didn’t know what to do. The sound coming from Iori’s room stopped for a few minutes now and he sat in the living room trying to think about what to do.Because he nee

Iori opened her eyes to a head-splitting headache. She looked around her to see her room clearly lit by the city lights seeping through the window.Iori took a deep breath and sat down fighting against the pain in her head. She cracked her eyes open to look for the water bottle that was always on her nightstand to find it there along with two pills and a note.Memories came flashing back to her as she saw her brother's handwriting.If her brother was there then that would mean that she had another episode. She still remembered her one-sided argument with Kurosaki-san. The last thing she remembered was needing to close the door. everything after that was blank in her mind.Taking the pills she laid back down and closed her eyes waiting for the medicine to take effect.If her memory was right, Jun was still in the room with her when she went to close the door. Did she do or say something to him?That thought snapped her eyes open, something sh

Jun woke up to the rays of sun tickling his face. Did he not shut the drapes before he went to sleep? He snapped his eyes open and lunged for his phone on the nightstand. It was eleven AM. He fell asleep. and he overslept... He sat done feeling so refreshed, it had been a long time since he got this much sleep in one night. He still remembered the dreams that filled his sleep the previous night, and he wanted to bang his head against the wall at a certain memory that wasn't quite a dream. Or was it... The smell of miso soup and fish waffled his nose making his mouth water. Iori was awake and she was making breakfast. Damn... It was supposed to be his turn today... He went into the bathroom and showered, then went out to the living room. Iori had her back to him as she filled two bowls with rice and Jun had to gulp down at the sigh of her neck that peeked between her ponytail. The strands of short locks that fell on her nape and the lig