50 Book Novels & Stories

Cela remains disappointed. "C'mon. It's not like they bought everything. They just thought of giving the books as Christmas presents apart from the corporate giveaways. You must know that your mother enjoyed your first book so much. Too bad that she passed before the second one is out," Nanny Rita continued. "You've always been loyal to her," Cela said.

"Then he taught you and your people the outside of the world?" "Yes, he taught them many things and even told us about a box with moving pictures or how to use communications by pushing buttons with numbers," Ten Ten's eyes sparkle. "My father taught me that those are called television and telephones. Then my grandfather and everyone in the village taught him about our culture." "Is that how your father fell in love with the chief's daughter like Pocahontas," Lily stated. "Who's Pocahontas?" Ten Ten asked, confused.

Why can't they just have one or two really good books, instead of three or four adequate ones? I pick up one of them, see that it's about good and evil fairies that are at war, and quickly put it back. I am not reading four hundred pages of fake conflict and two fairy hunks fighting over a fairy princess. Give me a cliché werewolf or vampire story any day.

Since I didn’t own much, it didn’t take long. Then, I noticed something tucked beneath the bed. A navy blue journal. It was mine. Flipping it open, my eyes landed on memories I couldn’t recall but had once written. "Day one of our marriage. Shawn didn’t come home." "He said I was manipulative. That I drugged him to marry me. But I don’t even remember that night." "Attempt 1: He said even if I died in front of him, he wouldn’t flinch." "Attempt 100: If he still doesn’t care, and my parents still don’t love me, then maybe I’ll stop trying since no one in this world sees me."

Although I had known the truth, I still willingly got on that boat and endured the 50th time. "I regret it. I just want you back…" Terence murmured. He took a deep breath before he finally went to the bedroom. The bedroom looked even more cramped. Things were piled so high he had to look up to see all of it. And even in a room this cramped, there was still a clothing rack against the wall. It was full of the clothes he'd given me, each one carefully covered with a dustproof garment bag. He'd rarely seen me wear them, except on special occasions such as his birthday, the day he received an award, or the anniversary of our meeting.

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The man was a walking sex god in a CEO’s suit. He raised the book between us like a challenge. “This is the most expensive item in this room.” I stared at him, then at the book, then back at him again. A book? “Wait. This book is—?” “Five hundred million dollars.” My brain stopped working. “Five…..what?!” Surely I misheard him. No, I had to have misheard him. There was no universe where a book cost half a billion dollars. Even Lily Cooper’s work, which was precious and rare, wasn't worth that kind of money.

he said, "Clause 5 — do dishes — you never removed it." "I will never remove it. You still owe 5 years of dishes." "I did dishes every day for 5 years." "I know. That's why I renew vow every year." We sat quiet, garden lights off, only stars from diamond necklace on my neck throwing stars on ceiling — same star, 50 years old, now three cuts, now family. I opened laptop, not for work, but for GoodNovel. My book — THE CEO'S WIFE RISES — showed 30,250 words now. Completed. Bonus unlocked.

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he shrugged, stepping closer. "A little? You have at least thirty books on that shelf." His lips twitched with a smile. "Thirty five," "Oh my god! I can't believe this. I thought you'd be like a forty eight laws of power kind of man. Or Atomic Habits. You're reading Harlequin and Silhouette desires!" I gaped.