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He’s done sleeping but he remained lying on the bed. “Do you have your book with you?” He suddenly asked Alice. “Hmm, book?” “The one you’re reading last time.” “Uh, yeah. I have it. I’ll get it.” When she returned next to him, he asked her to read it. “I’ll listen to you.” “Do you remember anything from last time or should I start from the beginning?” She flipped the pages until the first chapter. Conrad grimaced, “Can you start over?” “Sure.” Alice was fine with it. It’s her favorite story, after all. She could memorize more lines with repetition.

I have put my sim back in my phone but I don’t even need it again. I just abandoned it. Today, Asher didn’t lock the door. After taking my bath and doing my necessary chores, I retired to the compound with a novel. Born in death by Nora Roberts. I started reading it yesterday. I saw it in my things. I had bought it a long time ago but didn’t have them to read it. Am intrigued with the story already and couldn’t wait to read as everything unfolds. I was engrossed in the book I didn’t notice someone enter.

I'm starting a new novel! I'm so excited to share with you guys the other novel I've been plotting lately. Queen Of Ace What is this novel all about? =If you haven't read my first novel, His Fragile Flame, I uploaded in this app, this is only "a part" of it but can be read as "stand-alone". This story was written in different character's perspective and her back story before His Fragile Flame. You don't have to read the first book to understand this novel, and I think it's better if you read this before that because HFF has spoilers.

We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot

There are so few views, now that Goodnovel provided me a platform, but I am more than happy to continue this story and perhaps, make it my first completed novel. So now allow me to talk about the novel itself. I have talked to my editor about it and I came to know that my first few chapters are quite odd. The beginning chapter itself barely had any conversation. Well… To be honest, it can’t be helped since I wrote it on my first attempt in writing. I have no background. No experience. I read. I read. I read a ton. I was very smug about my memory since I could remember all sorts of details from hundreds of chapters back.

Tanner whispered. “Newbie huh. This is going to be a piece of cake!” Chase yells from the other side of the table. “Oh, it’s on!” Jack says. I have to start first; the first ball I throw I miss. Shit is it just the nerves? What is it? I need to focus. Everyone starts laughing. “This is the way you play newbie! Haha, loser.” Chase says laughing. He scored on his first shot. It’s my turn again, I try to stay focused and aim correctly, I end up scoring. My eyes open wide, I have to drink what's in the mini cup because I scored. I drink it quickly, eww, so bitter.

“Never. Marcus was sick from the minute he was born. As the boys grew, Marcus became sicker, so I moved the family to the country, hoping it would cure his aliment. It didn’t. I kept Matthew away from Marcus, mainly because I didn’t want the boys to become close and have Matthew mourn his twins’ death when it finally happened. Soon, I took Matthew and moved to London to prepare him for his title. His mother died and Marcus lived with his grandmother. It was during those years when his body finally failed and took his life.” Although the story was sad, familiarity nudged at her memory. Where had she heard this tale before? If she wasn’t mistaken, the sad story sounded so much like… She gasped

At the mention of my name, Susan immediately screamed, "There's no way I'll apologize to Charlotte! Charlotte! You won! Are you satisfied now? You ruined everyone with your life..." Cement poured in. Starting from her feet, it slowly rose. Susan's scream pierced the night sky. Finally, she was swallowed by the cement. Only her eyes remained open. They were filled with anger and fear, just like my eyes before I died. ... Six months later, Barry became the new Don of the Bruno family, but he was no longer the same. He would go to my grave every day and sit there for an entire afternoon. Calvin left the Simmon family and went to Sicoles. He bought a small house in my mother's hometown and spent

But in Bryer’s chest, it was thunder, loud and chaotic and impossible to ignore. He shifted his weight, glanced down at the book again as if to reassure himself it was still real. The Sky Beneath Our Feet. That was the one. The out-of-print novel Raegan had mentioned weeks ago over lukewarm coffee and crumpled napkins at the diner down the street. He remembered the way she’d leaned forward as she talked, elbows on the table, hands moving animatedly like she was trying to pull the memory closer. She’d lit up, eyes bright, voice warming as she explained how she’d stumbled across a battered library copy in high school and had been chasing that feeling ever since.