A Little Spot Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

They ogle the unusual marks, but no one says anything about how different they are. Dinner takes a little while thanks to everyone’s excitement, but we eventually get the opportunity to slip away and go to the club. “I love that no one said a thing about the way their Luna is dressed,” Felix says as we get into the car. “They know better,” Adonis remarks. “It is far better than what Aubrey wore the first time he went to the club. My Little Kitten will only be wearing that little dress for private moments with me from here on out.”

DEALS LISAS POV: My head swam, I kept sinking back into the darkness,no matter how much I tried to pull myself out,it felt as if I were in a bottomless pit. My eyelid fluttered open,rockets of pain exploded inside my skull.The air here was different,crips and clean,I inhaled deeply,letting it fill my lungs. Terror filled me,a surge of panic came over me, I was still in my ragged outfit with no undies and I suddenly tensed up.

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.

I don’t even know how to start this without getting emotional. Daddy’s Little Pet started in September 2022 as a random story—one I never thought would leave my drafts, let alone receive so much love. And what a journey it’s been. To say I struggled is an understatement.

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Chewing on my lips with a lot of things running around on my head, I finally turned my head back around till I was sitting properly again, my mind wandering from spot to spot and never dwelling on one thought for more than a few seconds, everywhere; a confusing, foggy mess. The car finally pulled up beside the big sign which boldly displayed in more than five colours, the proud name; ALIVE. The name of the restaurant glowed on a off in different colour of lights at different angles leading into the wide compound. I gnawed openly when we finally stepped out from the car which made me twirl a little on my heels and take in the sheer beauty of the surrounding into my head. Levi came around and

Stephanie’s POV I stood quietly in front of my locker trying to recall where I had kept my English language textbook when suddenly I heard a loud thud on my locker door. I was frightened but yes, I was also used to it. “Nerdy bitch” Stacy said to me rolling her eyes and walking away like she didn’t just almost give me a heart attack. I simply ignored and picked out the textbook that was hiding behind my Romance novel. Oh how I loved the sweet impossible imagination of having a lover.

Namjoon had officially entered her AVOID AT ALL COST list. just as she moved her hand to type the bell rang. taking a sigh of relief she returned to her seat and grabbed her stuff before going straight to cafeteria taking her lunch she grabbed the furthermost table and sat there. taking a book out named "how to understand people with dark psychology" and continued reading it. She was so engrossed in reading that she didn't realize that 3 figures has taken seat at her table. only until the once loud cafeteria went silent did Jude not look up

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Now she’s bouncing around, excited to get books. What’s going on? “Where is this bookstore, anyway?” I ask as I look around. “I didn’t think there was one around here. Why not Waterstones?” “They’re expensive. Besides, I like the smaller bookstores.” “Since when?” Regina huffs. “Since always. Keep up, Dad.” We turn a corner, and she points. “There it is! I knew it would be here!” I see a smart-looking shop between a hairdressing salon and a quaint-looking café across the street. Its bright red front is hard to miss, along with ‘The Little Red Bookshop’ printed in gold above the door.