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Novella decided to put on a show and touch herself. Van creeped out and he walked back to his room. That night Novella planed to steal Van from Ezra. She didn't want to see anyone happy but herself. She was convinced that it was a just and noble thing to do because Van was looking at her but that was a lie.

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.

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’ She waves the paper as though for him to take, smile looking more manic than genuine now, and he just narrows a colder gaze on her; Locking that deathly chill of his on his prey. ‘Your boss is right over there. She’s the one you tell this to. And my name is Mr Carrero.’ He leans in, saying it so calmly, coldly, precisely, that tone that still gives me goosebumps and points at me without looking my way. I sit very stiffly, poised and listening intently. ‘Right! I … umm.’ Joanne is nervous, melting into her own shitty shoes and looking like a kitten about to break. Fumbling with the paper and yet it gives me a weird feeling.

But tonight, as the neon stitched the sky and the city’s anthem rattled in every pipe and pylon, Carolina allowed herself—just for a heartbeat—to believe she’d started something that could last. At the very least, she’d given the next wolves a reason to keep running. And that, she thought, was almost enough. End of Book One

"Not from the beginning — from the middle. The middle of a conversation that's been happening for decades. What it looks like from inside the part that isn't the beginning or the end but the — the ongoing. The daily. The forty-year version of what we have in three years." "A novel about what stays," Dante said. "A novel about what stays," Elian said. "The deepest one. The one that requires the most distance and the most closeness simultaneously." "When will you start?" Dante said. "Today," Elian said. "If the first sentence is there." "Is it?" Dante said.

“But they are walking beside with God.” My forehead knotted, but I decided to keep my thoughts in me. Cameron rolled her eyes when she saw my reaction. “Go on, tell me.” She sighed and continued. “As they were walking on the beach, in the dark sky above, the person’s life is played out for them to see. As each scene is played, like a movie reel, the person notices that two sets of footprints were left in the sand behind them. And as they continued, every new scene brought with it a trial of their footprints.”

Yay! The novel may be over, but Breanna and Max's story is not!.

"What should I do? Isn't that my novel? ” Aresha nodded her head, “That's right, I have been observing this novel. I didn't expect this book to be such a great mix. Write something here, the final page of what kind of ending you want. I also brought a pen for you, ”he said while giving it to me. I quickly took the pen and novel from this girl's hand and turned to the last page. "An, actually from the start you can return to your world. But I don't want to lose you, can I call you my mother? "

Nor am I certain the story I want to tell warrants a full-length novel. Bearing all that in mind, I've decided to continue Rhett and Brynlee's story here in the form of a novella, which will start serializing tomorrow. For those of you still here and waiting patiently, thank you so much! Words can never express how grateful I am for each and every one of you! See you back here tomorrow! Cara

Chapter 3 The sun had begun to rise and I did not know if I should be relieved or more concerned by the fact that I had not gotten us anywhere. My breathing was heavy, my chest rising and falling fast as I am still dragging the fucking bear through the woods. My body shaking from wanting to give in, I am fighting my legs to continue as they shake due to the over exertion, I had wanted to stop many times but the fear of not being able to move again drove me to continue for as long as my body allowed.

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

NEXT BOOK ANNOUNCEMENT: I also want to let everyone know that an additional novel will be continued on to the end of this book titled THE ALPHA IN ME, for more information regarding this novel, you can follow me on In sta g ram or face boo k on author.muse. This book will begin serialising in Jnauary but it will not be the priority as I have two other books to focus on, however GN wished for me to continue this novel and this character has draw me greatly, and it is a trope I have wanted to write in a while.

Natasha seemed to want to ask but kept it to herself until they returned. "Everything feels strange," Karina murmured again, then she lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling of her room. Her hand touched her bulging belly and gently caressed it. "Can I continue with all of this after knowing this?" Karina murmured again. Karina turned to look at Scarlett's novel placed on the nightstand next to the bed. She remembered that before they left, she read the novel and finished it. "I'm curious about something," Karina murmured and got up from her position, crawling toward the novel.

Though we had survived the lone wolf’s attack, the air here felt heavy, as if the very ground were waiting for us to lower our guard. I lifted Novel in a bridal carry, her weight familiar yet terrifyingly limp in my arms. Outside the tent, my men were already a blur of motion, packing crates and tightening cinches. I caught several of them stealing glances at Novel, their eyes wide with unspoken questions about her unconscious state. The carriage was a jagged skeleton of wood and velvet, shredded during the attack. With no other choice, I decided she would ride with me. My knuckles cracked as I clenched my fists at the thought of our destination. The Land of Illusion. What fate awaited us there?

I will separate the continuation of this novel to book 2, since there is still a lot of loophole. See yah there. Again, thank you so much! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete and ongoing novel. (Hmmm... While waiting for an update.) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE NINE MONTHS Would like to hear your lovely review. Looking forward to your motivational review. Love yah all readers!

The mighty moon watched over us, a silent witness to our love and the promises of a future filled with joy and endless possibilities. __________ Dear readers, What an amazing journey this has been! A whole year ago, I embarked on the adventure of writing this novel, and alongside the resilient Nesta, I have witnessed myself grow and let go of the fears that once bound me. It's been a transformative experience, and I couldn't be more grateful for your support throughout.

He always felt the x-factor missing in his stories, and he hadn't cracked it yet. As Noah entered the building, he saw his Modern Literature Professor collecting books that had fallen down. Noah rushed towards her and helped her pick up the books. " Let me carry them for you, Mam." " That's so sweet of you, Noah," Mrs. Parkinson praised. He followed her to the staff room and kept the books on the shelf. " What's the progress on your new novel? Did you complete it?" Noah signed. " No, Mam. I think I have writer's block."

Both things continue to be true. He wrote: The box is gone. The book is in the world in the form of a manuscript. The accumulation that produced the manuscript continues in the house, in the garden, in the journals, in Thomas's programme, in the bread Wednesdays and the Thursday walks and the fire in the sitting room and the east wing and the quince trees and the foxgloves. The building does not stop because the book is finished. The building is the building. The book is the account of the building. The account is not the building. He closed the journal. Don was in the east wing, reading — not the manuscript, not anything related to the book. A novel. He was reading a novel, which was what he did when the space was clearing.

(to be continued). kindly show your support by comments on my new novel... --RAJI--