A Good Year Novel Novels & Stories

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.

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If looks could kill, I would be six feet under. Tania slammed the dressing room’s door, in anger. The moment she was out, Knight Lydia turned to face me fully. “Number 100,” She called out. “Somehow, I didn’t notice you around here.” she remarked. “What is your name, dear?“ “Ava…Ava Goodchild,” I replied affirmly. “And, what district are you from?” “Demon Scavengers,” I answered. “Hmm…interesting. Another one from a brutal village, you must be quite intelligent and manipulative, for gaining the attention of the beast tonight,”

Then he bent down and rummaged through his turtle shell backpack, pulling out a gaudily covered book. He stuffed it into Yosef's hands. "My sister will come to pick me up later, could you read me a novel first?" Yosef looked down at the novel handed to him. The gaudy cover featured a strange title—"Cold CEO's Ninety-Nine Days of Wife-Chasing: Sweetheart, Don't Run." He frowned; Is this novel suitable for kids? Looking at the author's name again, Godber. Just from the name, it felt like this person lacked talent.

"Kaia Keene, first you refuse to do your good deeds, and now you're making up lies." "I'm not lying! I ran out of money and got a part-time job. I met this old woman, and she wants me to give her a grandson—" I rushed to explain, desperate to make her believe me. She cut me off. "Then have the baby. Give them a healthy boy, and I'll count it as ten years' worth of good deeds. You won't have to worry about your daily good deed anymore." The call disconnected. I stared at the phone, stunned.

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I hadn’t prepared for it. The whole crowd gasps at the big reveal that Fernanda had just made. Couldn’t believe she had just revealed it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life.” A/N If you like this chapter please consider giving it a review. Thanks!!

CHEAP TRICK Book Four in the Dawson Family Series Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Prologue One year ago… Danielle Someday, I’ll stop lying to myself. When I say I’m going to get my life together, I’m going to actually do it. Someday…just not today.

Because he felt pressured that I had outperformed him at work? And that pressure led him to fall for Katy, so he stopped caring about me? What a painfully absurd excuse. But wrong was still wrong. If mistakes could be so easily undone, then what did the past three years of my life mean? The moment I boarded that plane, everything between us had already ended. “There’s no need to say anything more,” I said quietly. “What’s done is done. We can’t go back to what we were. “Mr. Rutgers… we’re done here.”

I clutched my chest, gasping for breath as tears blurred my vision. My fists clenched so tightly my nails dug deep into my palms, using the pain to keep myself upright. “Wandi spent a year overseas, recuperating, before she was willing to forgive Neve. In a couple of days, I’ll stage a medical ‘miracle’, stand up again, and let her resume being the Donna. This year is a penance for her willfulness.” Each word of his was uttered coolly, piercing deeper into my heart. “But… it has been a year. Will she buy it?” someone asked hesitantly.