PickledPlums

When Russel Ferrer celebrated his early accomplishments as a writer, he was suddenly hit by a car and died on the spot. Russel was full of regrets for not finishing the last chapter of his best-selling book series. Using the last strength that he had, Russel wished for a miracle to happen and let him write his story for the last time.

Gian Cres Val, the youngest son of Marquis Cres Val, has a weak and feeble body. He can't be a promising leader just like his father or be like his brother who is the leader of Red Tiger Knights. He can only stay inside their mansion most of the time and read all the books displayed in their library. But what they didn't know was that Gian has a secret. 

Gian Cres Val had traveled back in time. Gian now has the knowledge of what will happen in the future. And with the help of the Goddess of Destiny and Fate, Gian will possess a mysterious pen that can communicate with him.

Returning in time, Gian plans to change the fate of his family. 

Reincarnated as a pen, Russel plans to write his novels again and make sure to write its ending.

Bond with a twist of fate, Russel and Gian will help each other to accomplish what they need to do.

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Destined to be a Black Pen

Inside a dark room with no windows, there was a man tied up on a chair using a rusty chain and a tattered sack covering his head. Although he did not receive any injuries from his abductors last night, his clean and expensive white shirt dress was now soiled in dirt and sweat. His bare feet can feel the damp and sticky substance on the floor. The strong stench odor inside the room infiltrated his nose making his face crumpled in disgust. Even though he wanted to scream for help, there was a dirty rug stuffed on his mouth that prevented him from making any noise.

The man tied up on the chair was none other than Earl Karl Bartilon.

The earl suddenly heard a screeching noise coming from the rusting metal door. It was followed by the sound of footsteps walking towards his direction. Out of nowhere, a hand roughly pulled the sack on his head. Earl Bartilon blinked his eyes several times to adjust his sight.

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