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There was something about it that made me want to record every detail. "What's your book about?" he asked suddenly, without taking his eyes off the screen. I looked down at the book in my hands. "It's about a woman's journey to find herself." He stopped typing and turned his head. "Sounds interesting." I smiled faintly. “Interesting. Not because the story is extraordinary, but because the small details feel close. Everyday things that turn out to have meaning.” He stared at me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “I see what you mean.”

The Brooklyn family and the Murphy family—both known for their charity work—took us in and sponsored the two of us. I still remember the first time I saw Anna. She wore a fluffy pink princess dress with a tiny crown perched on her head. She looked like a porcelain doll—perfect and untouchable. I was too young then to know what it meant to feel inferior. All I knew was that she didn't belong in the dusty, muddy village we were standing in. And I was so dirty, so ordinary, I couldn't even lift my head to meet her eyes. After the Brooklyn family took me in, I ended up in the same school as Anna. She was beautiful, kind, and adored by everyone—teachers, classmates, anyone who met her.

A.n hi lovely readers, welcome to my new book, quick warning, I don't like describing things, like clothes, and housing, I find it boring, if you don't like it sorry, If you don't understand something please ask, I'll be happy to answer any questions. On that note please enjoy. My name is Anastasia, I am twenty years old and I have black hair and brown eyes, my mother died, in a car accident when I was thirteen, since then it's been just dad and I.

I had been working on my book, pouring my heart and soul into it, and I was eager to share it with him. "Hey," he said, smiling at me as he sat down beside me. "How's it going?" I took a deep breath, feeling a sense of trepidation. "I've been working on a book," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Derek's eyes lit up with interest. "A book?" he repeated. "That's amazing! What's it about?" I hesitated, feeling a sense of vulnerability. "It's about my journey," I said. "About my struggles with anxiety and depression, and how I've been working to heal and overcome them."

He adds, dropping his fork and placing a big black book in front of me. I hesitated before taking the book. "That's the people I want you to learn about," Liam says. I open the book and there are pictures of strangers of course, their names, age, occupation, personalities, their relationships and connection with Liam written below their pictures. "Memorize their faces and personalities especially," He explains, I stare at Liam and I'm pretty sure my face is nothing but screaming 'why do I have to learn about these people'. Liam scoffs.

The anchor added. Anna smiled again. "Thanks, a lot!" She exclaimed. "But for readers who haven't read your book yet, do you have any pre-talk for them, anything like a small gist, you wanna give them?" "Umm..." Anna thought for a second. "My novel, The story of me is...a journey of a simple girl who overcomes her fears with the help of her surroundings, the story is quite simple when I wrote it and thought about it. I had never thought that it would grab so much attention." She scoffed slightly.

And everything about it felt absolutely right. End of Part One: Runaway Billionaire

I had been living in a pit of soup cartons and medication since a few days before, and I was frankly sick and tired of feeling so… well, sick and tired. I was meeting Harry for lunch at a café not far from my place, and I was so excited about seeing him again—and handing over the presents for Winnie and him at last. I had managed to make it out to the store the day before to grab something for both of them. For Winnie, I had found this cute little book on unusual professions that women had had through the ages, and for Harry, I had selected a bottle of whiskey that I was looking forward to handing over to him. The two of them had been so attentive and sweet with me that I figured it was the