Blank Novel Novels & Stories

But I don’t care now, I’m already in a trouble so it won’t add. I sat on the swivel chair and ohhh, it’s comfy. So I sat there and moved the pile of papers in front of me. And as I open it, the first thing I saw is a kind of a document of a beautiful girl. Is it like an application form? But I guess it not. Cause in an application form, you should be wearing something formal on your picture right? But why is this girl showing her cleavage? That’s nasty. I also do have a cleavage but I will never ever put it in a document dam it. I flipped the page to the next one and it’s also a document of a girl mentioning all their best sides.What the- Looks like these girls really did put their best pict

Your love for me was what made me pass over all the difficult times and I will always be grateful for this. Thank you everyone who have read this book and supported me. I know there are many mistakes but I will edit it soon, to not to cause any confusion. After two months I will start the sequel of this book- Seductress.here is small glimpse of synopsis. A world where things work with money, power and sex. Where there is no place for naive and shy people. She hide herself from all this but on one morning everything changed. Stella a timid girl who wants to live a simple life suddenly turns into an alluring waitress unknowingly stealing the overbearing CEO's heart.

Hell, maybe he could even get his own spinoff. Leah flitted off to work with an extra cinnamon roll, and I was left alone in the apartment. It was still morning yet, so I had time to kill. I elected to curl up on the couch with one of the lycan books Blair sent with me. It was unusual to get a book from Blair that was not old, leather bound, and smelled of dust and aged paper. This one was the most interesting by far because it was a paperback that looked to be written within the past decade or so. It looked too… normal. It had a publishing date and everything.

Nothing. Everything became blank.

She takes my hand, and the moment her skin touches mine, my head snaps back and everything fades— ⸻ We’re standing on an empty airfield, chaos erupting around us. Our people clash with humans and sharply dressed rogues. But it’s the glowing eyes watching from the forest that tell me—we’re not alone. Then suddenly, both Drake and I drop. Darts pierce our throats. Our hearts still. We don’t move again. Baylee and Caden come sprinting across the road, their screams echoing through the air. But the fight doesn’t stop—it gets worse.

"How could you turn in a blank exam?" "Why are you angrier about my blank exam than I am?" I asked with a cold smile. "Did you plan from the beginning to steal my score?" The question silenced her instantly. Lydia swallowed and stammered, "Steal your score? That's ridiculous nonsense!" The Prescotts finally reacted. One of them snatched the acceptance package from my hands, inspected it, then threw it to the floor. "Do you know that forging a university acceptance letter is a crime?" Ms. Parker trembled with anger and stepped in front of me. "Evelyn has always been one of the strongest students in her class. She would never forge an acceptance letter. This is -"

"What brings you to Fantasy Island on your birthday? Don't you have a party somewhere?" "Had one earlier. Got boring." He swirled his drink. "Everyone there knew me. Knew my father. They were celebrating the Monroe name, not me." There was something bitter in his voice. I filed that away. "And here nobody knows you?" "Exactly." He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Here I'm just another guy with money. No expectations. No legacy. No politics." I studied him. He looked different here, in this lighting, without the usual crowd of fraternity brothers and legacy students surrounding him. Younger somehow. Less polished. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his hair slightly messy like he'd

I sat down slowly, placing it beside my sketchbook without looking at it. In front of me, Ernest returned to his seat too. Karl gave me a look as she sat down beside me while I avoided her gaze by picking up my pencil, and forcing my fingers to move. To do something. Anything. A line. A shape. A distraction. But my hand didn’t cooperate and the page stayed mostly blank, because my mind wasn’t here. It was still on the call. On the words. On the part of me that had wanted to rebel and the part that had just… folded. “Continue,” Dr. Hale instructed, her tone as composed as ever. “You have twenty minutes.”

There was no ceremony or celebration. A passerby had snapped photos that day, but since there was no wedding and James never spoke about it, the public dismissed the pictures as nothing more than a prank. That hidden past had become the cleanest cut between him and me. Closing the news feed, I lifted a cup of warm coffee and took a slow sip. Sunlight streamed through the window, spilling across the table, gentle and warm, like the opening notes of my new life. As for his lively scandals, they no longer concerned me. However, what I didn’t expect was that someone else wasn’t ready to let me go.