Breaking the fourth wall 🧱

Sorry my lovely muffins, no chapter today. But, we do have an amazing interaction with your favorite characters right here. Let's get started

Welcome to the most anticipated event in literary history, the "Breaking the 4th Wall" interview with the stars of our thrilling narrative. Let's dive into the minds of our beloved characters as they reach the climax of their story.

Hello once again to my darling muffins, now I know I said next chapter but I've been holding this off for a while and I figured since the pages of this story is coming to an end.... an interesting interview can take place

[Curtains open]

Ace: *rolls his eyes* About time, I've been waiting forever.

Me: *Looks around* What are you doing here?

Ace: Waiting to meet my adoring fans

Me: ..... You have fans?

Ace: Oh fuck you *walks out*

Me: *rolls eyes and sighs* Let's get started then

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*Curtains open*

[Beryl and Bruce walk in.]

Me: We've got Bruce and Beryl here. Bruce, try not to scare anyone.

Bruce: *grumbles* I make no promises.

Me: Fair enough. Beryl, how's life as the omega?

Beryl: *grinning* Like riding a dragon with a hangover. Exciting, terrifying, and occasionally nauseating.

Bruce: *leans in* But you're my dragon.

Beryl: *rolls eyes* Yeah, yeah. Next question. Author-san, hit us.

Me: Alright, Bruce, Your readers want to know a lot about you....

Bruce: *ticked off* aren't you the one they should be asking then?

Me: Not really.

Beryl: *glares at him*

Me: Onto the next question. Bruce, what part of Beryl's body do you like?

Beryl: *blushes intensely* what is wrong with you people? Bruce don't answer that.

Bruce: *smirks* His stubbornness. It's like trying to move a mountain with a feather. Plus, his scent drives me wild.

Beryl: *blushing* Bruce, we're in public.

Bruce: *nuzzles Beryl's neck* And?

Me: Moving on! Beryl, how does it feel being the omega of a mafia lord like Bruce?

Beryl: *smiles* It feels like a rollercoaster, honestly. Everyday is an adventure for me and my feelings. He's an ass sometimes with his overprotectiveness

Bruce: I do it to protect you.

Beryl: I know and I'm really grateful. I love you.

Bruce: *kisses his cheek* I love you more.

*Audience coos*

Me: Okay I'm gonna throw up. Any other interesting attributes about Bruce?

Beryl: His loyalty. And his—uh—impressive ability to brood. Seriously, he could win the Brooding Olympics.

Bruce: *flexes* Gold medal, baby.

Me: Ughhh my eyes. Final question: If you two were stranded on a deserted island, what three things would you bring?

Beryl: A survival guide (because Bruce can't cook), Bruce (because he's my personal heater), and a lifetime supply of chocolate.

Bruce: A machete (for coconuts), Beryl (because he's my sanity), and a waterproof playlist of '90s grunge hits.

Me: Really? You know what, nevermind. Next segment

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[Mason and Damien walk in, both looking slightly bewildered]

Me: Welcome, gentlemen! So glad you could join us.

Damien: *adjusts his tie* Yeah, well, I was busy—uh, doing alpha stuff.

Mason: *nudges Damien* You mean you were doing a crossword puzzle

Damien: Shh, don't ruin my image. Anyway, fire away with your questions.

Me: First question: Mason, what's it like being mated to an alpha like Damien

Mason: *leans back* Well, it's like a rollercoaster on fire. There's excitement and then a mountain of stress, but I wouldn't want it any other way

Damien: *smiles silly at Mason* Angel

Mason: I'm irresistible, I know

Me: *sighs* I'm so jealous. Now, Damien, tell us about your role as the CEO of Quinn entertainment. What's your superpower?

Damien: Superpower? More like super-caffeination. I keep everyone organized, make sure the company runs smoothly, and—oh, I can recite the entire tax code from memory.

Mason: *snickers* Sexy.

Me: Fair enough. Mason, what's your favorite thing about Damien?

Mason: His ability to put up with the entity which is me. And his hair. Seriously, it's like a silky curtain of—

Damien: *interrupts* We're not discussing my hair. Angel, what do you dislike about me

Mason: *grins* Your inability to appreciate my impeccable taste in rom-coms.

Damien: *deadpan* Because watching "Love at First Howl" for the tenth time is a cultural experience.

Mason: *gestures to the audience* see, he has no taste

Me: Final question for everyone: If you were stranded on a deserted island, what three things would you bring?

Mason: My phone (for selfies), Damien (for survival skills), and a lifetime supply of coffee.

Damien: A Swiss Army knife, and Mason (because he's charming).

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[Esme walks in]

Me: Esme, what's your role in this chaotic ensemble?

Esme: Aren't you supposed to know that

Me: Just answer the question.

Esme: To keep things interesting. I'm waiting for my moment to shine.

Me: But.... *checks script* you...

Esme: *menacing* I what?

Me: .... nothing. Any secrets to share with the audience?

Esme: Secrets? Darling, I'm an open book. Just don't read the fine print.

Me: *mumbles* Fine print my ass.

Esme: I'm really starting to hate this.

Me: Uhuh, Final question: If you were stranded on a deserted island, what three things would you bring?

Esme: A beretta 92fs, my mate Laelia, a lifetime supply of chocolate and sunscreen

Me: Sunscreen?

Esme: Of course, my skin must be flawless

Me: ....right. Thank you for participating

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[Kyle and Lucas walk in, both looking like they'd rather be anywhere else.]

Me: Welcome, gentlemen! Take a seat. Or don't. I won't judge.

Kyle: *grumbles* This better be quick. I've got places to be

Lucas: *leans against the wall* And I've got a croissant to finish.

Me: Right, right. So, Kyle, as the alpha, what's your secret to maintaining order

Kyle: A rational mind and, *cracks knuckles* Fear. Lots of fear.

Lucas: *deadpans* Or maybe it's because you're the only one who can cook decent chili.

Kyle: That too.

Me: Excellent. Now, Lucas, tell us about your role as the beta. What's your superpower?

Lucas: Superpower? I can recite the entire periodic table while juggling flaming torches.

Kyle: *grins* And he's the only one who can decipher my handwriting.

Lucas: It's like reading hieroglyphics.

Me: Now, let's get personal. Kyle, what's your favorite thing about Lucas?

Kyle: His sarcasm. And his ability to find humor in the direst situations. Plus, he's got a killer recipe for chocolate chip cookies.

Lucas: *blushes* Stop it, you'll ruin my reputation.

Me: Lucas, same question. Favorite thing about Kyle?

Lucas: His loyalty. And his—uh—impressive ability to lift heavy things. Like my spirits when I'm having a bad day.

Kyle: *winks* And his ability to blush like a tomato.

Lucas: *rolls eyes* Shut up, Kyle

Me: Moving on! Bloody, our mysterious mafia member. What's your real name?

Bloody: *leans back, hood shadowing their face* Bloody. Just Bloody.

Me: Right. So, Bloody, what's your favorite weapon?

Bloody: *pulls out a glittery pen* This bad boy. It writes death threats and grocery lists equally well.

Lucas: *raises an eyebrow* You're kidding, right?

Bloody: *shrugs* A well-organized assassin is a deadly assassin.

Me: Final question for both of you: If you were stranded on a deserted island, what three things would you bring?

Kyle: A grill (for barbecue), Lucas (for witty banter), and a waterproof playlist of '80s power ballads.

Lucas: A Swiss Army knife (for survival), Kyle (because he's surprisingly resourceful), and a lifetime supply of crossword puzzles.

Bloody: A lock-picking kit, a secret escape tunnel, and a playlist of dramatic background music.

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