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"Star Fun agency CEO, offer you to be an actor in a new drama that is booming with novels, Demon Hunter." "Oh, I know that novel very well, about the hunter of evil creatures, right?" Karina asked. Hearing that, Justin was awkward because he knew that the novel was about creatures from other galaxies who came to earth to hunt down evil creatures that target humans, and in the novel, the main character will fall in love with the woman he met in an incident of the defeat of the human. the main character after a fight with a target monster. "No!" Justin shrieked in the silence. Norman and Karina turned to him. "Justin, I think you should take a lot of anti-stress medication," said Norman. "You

She was involved in Tristan’s accident four years ago, so now that she had run out of options, she probably would contact her accomplices. Two days later, at the library… Daisie and Freyja sat next to the window. One of them was getting ready for AP class while the other was scribbling in the notebook. Daisie looked up at Freyja, who had chosen the Drama, Theatre, and Film course. If it weren’t because she had found the sockpuppet that Freyja was hiding, she wouldn’t have believed that Freyja was the author of the novel “More than Friends.”

If Noah is Let, I am not sure what I will do. I take a shaky breath before pulling out the novel. Noah cannot be Let. Noah must not be Let. I don’t like that guy one bit. I talk myself into opening the novel and a folded sheet falls out. Another thought hits me. What if he isn’t Let but a sneaky little twat who snoops around libraries? What if this is a silly coincidence? What are the odds? Let’s letters are deep, Noah is not that type of guy. A groan slips from me as I pat my pocket for my second phone. It’s at home. Sometimes I forget about the old phone because I use it for only Let. I duck behind a shelf when I see Noah heading for the door.

Mystery man has a space in my heart too. ****** I kept sighing heavily, as I tried to make a decision of opening my f******k app or not. I badly wanted to have a conversation with Mystery man. But I wasn't ready to find out who he actually is. I clicked on the GoodNovel app and began to reply the comments and reviews. I sniffed myself, I could still smell Jamaal on me. I pulled at my hair, why does he have to come to my thoughts now. I didn't know whether to feel guilty or not. It was not like I was cheating on him or something.

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I'm already glued in thought when, suddenly, a furry thing flew on my hand with its sharp nails shown, slashing thin lines on the mood. Its bright eyes are dilated establishing a fierce aura, it fled its paws as if hunting for a rat on my lap. "Just a hair pin, little one" I hoisted a deep sigh. Help, Akyansssssaaaa. My thumb accidentally pressed the message button when I picked up the phone. The statement flashed on the screen was misspelled. What could be the reason? My mouth was involuntarily opened in my realization that it could be a rush message. I hurriedly looked at the other messages and it drew me to a black-themed message box where a couple of red-tagged text messages are received

Now everything suddenly makes sense. 'My soul was not transferred to the past. It was transmigrated inside my favorite mystery novel which is titled 'Book of Murder' but not as Detective Alice Potter but as Doreen Garcia. ...the murderer.

But the worst part is the tiny, dangerous flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, he means it this time. I sit up, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. The dorm is quiet, shadows stretching across the floor. My chest feels heavy, but I can’t stay still anymore. I go to my desk, grab the small notebook I keep tucked under a stack of textbooks. Not a diary. I hate calling it that. It’s just… a place. For thoughts that are too loud. I flip past pages filled with scribbles and rants, jagged lines where I pressed the pen too hard. And then I start writing.

Dear readers, I come to you with the deepest of apologies. As I mistakenly published the same chapter twice. Please bear with me as I fix these issues. At least you know I'm not using AI......Lol. Yes, I'm human. And we all make mistakes. Please continue to enjoy the story.- Hope Nichols.