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I heard her sigh. “But can I stay there too, Joeff?” I almost choke from this favor she is trying to ask from me. I hold at my neck. Closing my eye. Is Juan Carlos being not enough to make her realize that I have enough problem to deal with? Oh, my ghad Ivy. They are all giving me headache. Shit. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update)

My fists clenched at my sides. "Why do you always want something in return?" I asked, my voice trembling despite my efforts to sound calm. "You never do anything for me for free." Hunter straightened and took a step closer, his gaze steady and unyielding. "It’s the same with you, Anya," he replied softly. "When you do something nice for me, it’s because you want something. We’re not so different." I stared at him, stunned. The words stung because a part of me wondered if they were true.

As they walked, Celess couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration, like she was on an adventure with the man she loved. Finally, they arrived at a small clearing in the park, surrounded by trees and bathed in moonlight. Steve stopped and turned to face her, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Celess," he said softly. "I know that what I'm about to ask you is a lot, but I can't imagine my life without you. Will you...will you be mine? Will you stay with me forever?" Celess felt her heart skip a beat at his words. She knew that this was a moment that could change everything, that she was being asked to make a decision that would alter the course of her life. But as she looke

"An, do you want Akira to be safe?" "Yes I want!" "Do you also want them all to be safe and at peace?" "Yes, of course. What should I do?" Aresha takes something from inside her clothes, it is a book by my novel. I smiled and was confused. "What should I do? Isn't that my novel? ”

The leather binding has fancy marks in it and has title imprinted on the front. "That first kiss." Ugh, from just the title you could tell that a teenage girl at the start of her puberty wrote it. I couldn't really tell if Nova's a girl or a boy, he wants to be called a "he" but then writes a full novel about a CEO obsessing over a girl. I don't know why Nova doesn't want to call it a book when it obviously was. Don't let the title fool you, the story slowly turns dark and twisted.

Five-hundred pages of filth turned into a weapon. The perfect Poetic justice for chasing me through the city like a deranged bloodhound. My heart hammered so hard I almost laughed. Wasn’t this the part where heroines in books pulled some badass move? Yeah, well—I was no mafia queen. I was Nova, whose emergency plan consisted of “call 911 and maybe throw stationery.” “Why are you following me?!” Her lips curled. “Why do you think?” The way she said it made my stomach flip. If only she knew how chaotic and filthy my thought process was. I’m sure she wouldn’t have asked what I was thinking at any given time.

The Calling Chapter 1 I am walking down the cliffy road, it’s dark out with only the street lamp to illuminate my path. I am slightly cold and very irritated at my current situation. I had gotten to my car only to discover the battery dead. Obviously the car would not start, could not even unlock the bloody door via car remote.

“Sure, you can ask me anything.” Drawing in a deep breath, I said softly, “Brice. I need to know what really happened with the two of you. It’s driving me crazy not knowing. The scenarios that have run through my head since I found out who the douchebag was—they’re not good. I don’t want to push you and if you’re not ready to tell me, then it’s okay, but I needed to ask.” Everything about her stilled. Her hand stopped whisking the eggs, the other stopped clutching the bowl so tightly. The expression on her face was frozen and even her chest seemed to stop moving.

“He has not; I forbade him. But I have had enough of it, and now I go to him, since he, being in service, cannot come to me. I intended to ask of you and my benefactress a refuge for this maiden while I went to Rashroff alone; but since you say that it is safe everywhere, I will take her. She is curious, the magpie, to see the world. Let her look at it.” “And let people look at her,” put in Zastar. “Ah, they would have nothing to see,” said the young lady, out of whose dark eyes and mouth, fixed as if for a kiss, something quite different was speaking. “An ordinary puss, nothing more than a puss!” said Sir Novoveski. “But if she sees a handsome officer, something may happen; therefore I chos

My plan was simple: Live like a slacker until Travis became a rich, successful CEO. Then sit back and enjoy life as a pampered young lady. During my major course, I was hiding in the back row scrolling on my phone when the original Jennie’s best friend, Linda Lander, texted me and asked if I wanted to join a mixer party. That’s when I remembered. In the original novel, this was the scene where Nancy flirted with three high-quality male leads at a bar. It caused a ripple across the entire storyline.