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then looked up at him, and he immediately knew what she wanted. Oh shit "I don't tell stories, Jane." Maybe histories—he rolled his eyes—but stories—too dainty. "Everyone has a story dummy," she rolled her eyes, shifted close to him, then pointed at a shelf where her story books were lined up, "if you don't have any, you can choose one there." He withheld his groan and stood up, moving to the shelf where he took one, reading the title, "The Wonderland Flair." He wrinkled his nose, looking at Jane, "You read this?"

The book is real now. I can hold it. I can feel the weight of it in my hands. The cover has my name on it. My real name. Not Eleanor Vance. Not a pen name or a pseudonym or a way to hide. Just Nadia Reeves. Nadia Marcello, technically, though I've kept my maiden name on the cover because that's who I was when this story started. I didn't do a launch event. No bookstore signing. No press junket. No standing room only at some venue where people come to celebrate the book instead of the story. I couldn't do it that way. The book isn't about celebration. It's about testimony.

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

"I'd like to read them, if I may." Done "Of course, you can read them anytime." The tall writer nodded, and then added with a laugh. "But I fear you may not be a fan of my work any more after that." "Oh, that's impossible." She shook her head adamantly. "I can never stop being a fan of yours." "Alright then, those books I wrote, almost ten years ago now... go by the lead character's name for salability. To name some of them... Beryl Beaver, Fanny Firth, Joana Moaner... that sort of thing.'

Yeah, I'm trying :'( By the way, my new book is called "His Seven Days Mate". It's an ABO verse of werewolf. I'm invested in that book for quite a while so I really hope you guys should check that out :x Thank you :x And I'm back to my nest, crying out loud for my stupidity for now :'(

Emmy replied. " Really? " Jemmy asked excitedly. " Of course. But not the story is still ongoing. " " So where can I find it? " " Just search for the title of the book on your search engine and the name of the author then you'll find it. " " Oh wow! " " So what's the title of the book? " " Depressed ( love yourself ) " " Author? " " Queenebunoluwa15. " " Age? "

In Ha, still with her eyes wide open said, "I really didn't expect you to find this book." "I asked several people to find it. This book is no longer produced, Miss. So maybe what you are holding right now is a valuable copy." In Ha looked at the hard cover book. She suddenly felt the book in her hand become heavier. The title in front of it was "The Unforgivable Temptation". She didn't know if the contents were the same as what she meant. For now, she thanked him. "Thank you Sir…" "Miller. My name is Vin Miller."