Novel & Cerita A Little Book

“And if you’re smart…” “You’ll keep our little secret.”

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Alongside that, I was working under contract with two media houses, one of which I served as the chief in-house editor. And then there was my anonymous author profile, where I wrote romance-fantasy books—or romantasy, as most people would call it. I was on my third book, with around five thousand subscribers following my profile and three thousand views on my latest story. Still, I hadn’t updated a single chapter in almost a week. With all that in mind, I continued to stare at the screen until it finally dimmed and went black. My laptop had gone to sleep. Now, it was my reflection that stared back at me.

It’s not a particularly good smell—no one would make a cologne out of it—but it eases my chest and makes me feel languid and weightless, like I’m floating in space. I’m hardly paying attention as Justus takes all the books out of the crate to get a hardback at the very bottom. I hadn’t noticed it earlier. It’s an old children’s book. Thumbelina. The fabric cover is threadbare in places, and the gold embossed lettering is tarnished. I remember the story vaguely from the early years at Moon Lake Academy. It’s a human fairy tale.

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“Messing about?” “It means just wasting my time.” “Show me.” “No,” I screech, alarmed. His eyes narrow. “What are you hiding, little butterfly?” “I’m just writing a little story.” “A story?” “Like a book?” I try to explain. His whole face relaxes. “You’re writing a book?” “Well, not exactly a book. Okay, yeah. It’s a book. But I’m not very good and I’m not expecting to publish it, or anything. I’m just writing for fun. It’s just a meaningless jumble. Just random thoughts. I’m not thinking—”

I asked her for confirmation because that was how I understood what she said to me "Exactly what I mean. His behaviors are not matching up and something is definitely wrong with the man and I thing that a witch has a hand in this, give me a second " she said as she told fromm get sit and walked to her wardroom and rummaged through her things for a while before she brought back an old book with her, she sat down and opened the book, searched it for a while before she found what she was looking for and I see that it is a picture of Maya the witch but this time she was alone.

21: Piecing All Together (1.1) AT THAT SAME MOMENT, Lei was chilling on a monoblock chair with a book in his left hand. On the book's front cover, says "Life is meaningless" with a majestic bold and italic golden font. Despite the fact that there's dust and cobwebs hovered all around him, he was able to maintain an elegant and graceful demeanor. On his face, was a slight, relaxing smile.

It felt like I had embarrassed my entire family and from that moment onwards, I swore that in the name of cancer, I won't go around smuggling and doing crimes which would only taint my soul and leave me feeling more hollow and dejected. "Fair enough, but what's so interesting in that book anyway?" Jamal asked casually and I gazed at him like he had eaten my last pizza slice. I gave him an incredulous look like 'dude, seriously,' and he shrugged. "Yeah, tell me 'cause I sleep halfway through even picture books."

What happened yesterday night never leave my mind, I can't forget how his kisses ignited the desires of my soul. I shake my head as I feel my cheeks heated just by thinking of what happened. I sighed and look at the book I am reading. "I'll never let you complete me, you may be a part of me but you can't be the answer to the missing piece of me," I read the sentence out loud, I played with the pen I am holding as I grin at the thought of what is written in the book. I thought of something that has been missing inside of me, of myself but never in my mind thinks of someone who might fill in the pieces of me that have been missing for such a long time, not money nor power, love and desire coul