100 Book Challenge Novels & Stories

Bella is really going to benefit from someone who is really laid back and able to calm her down. Challenge this week is going to be a bit different. I want to know what other books you are reading/recommend, specifically on GoodNovel (I'll ask about other apps next challege). I'm currently reading Hatred with Benefits (updated daily) and love it. Would highly recommend the Six-Pack Series, Mated to the Alpha Twins, Hard and Deep, and Bully Me as well. Looking for 15 comments for an extra update. Leave me some love and let me know what you think. See you soon!

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“a thought inducing read” Regardless, I didn’t put the book down till I was done. When I looked up, it was late, and I hadn’t even realized that I had been reading with the automatic sensor lights that had come on. My watch revealed that it was almost eight pm. I had been reading for almost twelve hours. I grabbed my laptop and opened it. Fifteen minutes later, I had ordered ten thousand copies of March Madness. I had only stopped at ten thousand because that was all that was printable at the moment.

She was relieved I was here for the books and not something else. "Of—Of course, sir." Another swallow. Her gaze slid to my brow piercing, then fled. "Wh—What kind of books are we looking at?" "Anything," The word left my mouth before my brain stamped it. Rookie move. You don't walk into a store filled with over fifty categories and not have any in mind. She gave me a small, beady look—politely suspicious—and I knew I had to patch the hole. "My friends and I, we're doing sort of a reading challenge. For a week, we're meant to just read. The person with the highest number of books read gets an awesome reward."

I even wrote her letters every day, made her favorite chocolates, taught myself to cook—just to survive those empty months. Turns out, I wasn't forgetful. She was playing Santa. With my stuff. For him. Then Donna hit me with another message: [Let's get a divorce. My wedding biz is blowing up. I'm too busy to waste time on this relationship.] Divorce request number 100.

It was the best kind of job for me, I loved it and I got paid weekly, enough to eat, after my first paycheck, I had spent a full week starving, I tried to ask for my money beforehand but my boss who’s the meanest person ever, said no. How could such a cold hearted person be responsible for one of the best places in the world! There was no sleeping with a storm outside, I was up most of the night, I was up early and ready to go to work, I was slipping but pushed it down as I got out of her car and quickly walked over to the bookstore. I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read.

He still wears his annoying perfect mask everyday. Today is his birthday. He called me into his study, just father and son. I thought he was going to be a little genuine about what happened in this family, as he pulled out an CD from the bookshelf and handed it to me. It is the same shelf that I found a notebook containing only the profiles of sexy women that he has been cheating on with, which he “considerately” disguised as a directory for the Huron scholarship awardees.

Mandy's voice wouldn't stop ringing in his head. "How do you even deserve—how do you deserve..." His hands trembled as he covered his face. The cold sank in, choking off whatever was left of his voice. He didn't. He never did. *** It was my first time in Amiraka, and everything felt off. Thankfully, an old friend was at the same grad school. He helped me land a rental—small, but cozy enough to feel like mine. Classes, late nights at the library, killer views, and food that actually tasted like joy—life was finally good.

The Ghostwriter looked up at the white line high above, smiling sadly. “I didn’t write the title of Chapter 100,” he said. “Nobody did. The Author left it blank on purpose. She said only the characters could decide what the final page is called.” Suddenly, the giant Eye swung its red light toward the book. “Found you,” the machine voice hissed. The book started burning at the edges. “Listen!” the Ghostwriter yelled over the crackling flames. “I can send you to the 100th chapter now. But there’s a catch. To get there, you have to skip Chapters 61 to 99.”

"Long time no see. To reel in a prize like you, I didn't hold back." In the chaos, Mabel and Cheryl were separated by the crowd. When Anthony finally fought his way out and reached the top deck, the sight before him made his blood boil. The two women were tied to separate support pillars. Explosives were strapped around both of their waists. Red numbers blinked wildly on the timers. Three minutes remaining. "Come on," Poison Scorpion said, twirling a remote control in his hand. "Pick one. "Back then, you hunted me for three straight months over territory. My men died by the dozens. Today, I'll let you taste what it feels like to lose the one you love.