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I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel. Not only had this guy hidden his identity as a wealthy heir because he liked the poor heroine, but he had also willingly let her use his money to play the rich girl while chasing the college heartthrob, Matt Calloway. Back when I was the hero of the power-fantasy story, brainless plots were one thing. But did trashy romance novels not require logic either? As I trashed the plot in my mind, a crisp female voice cut through my thoughts. "Jacob?"

I'm sitting between Kahlo's legs with my back to his front as I read the book he bought me. It's a cute small-town romance with vanilla sex scenes. Something I would have enjoyed when I started I started reading but now it's boring. Bland. Where is the bully that makes the female lead's life a living hell but she still ends up with him? Where is the stalker or psychopath who doesn't know the meaning of privacy and personal space? Give me unhinged. Even better if it's the female because I can relate with them. But since Kahlo bought this book for me, I don't mind reading it. Although, it would be a little better if she at least got together with both guys. We all need some toxicity in our liv

Everything else was decoration. I had already read through all of the new books Nala had bought me. Every single one. Earlier that afternoon I had finished a romance novel with a Stockholm syndrome trope that had left a strange, sour taste in my mouth. The heroine had fallen for her captor in a slow, inevitable spiral that the author framed as destiny. It had felt like a fairytale version of the nightmare I was currently living. Clean. Romantic. Resolved by the final chapter with declarations and soft lighting. Reality did not work like that.

Because there was no cover to lift. The book never closed. Because there was no cover to lower. The book was the opening. The book was the closing. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Always one. Without oneness. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence for a while. Appearing as progression. Appearing as development. Appearing as climax. Appearing as resolution. Appearing as dissolution.

“That fusion can evolve into something rare. A Voyant.” “Good memory, Luke,” Theo whispers. “A Voyant doesn’t just see connection. They don’t just feel emotions. They see emotions. They see connections beyond bonds. They see auras. The imprint of energy left behind. And sometimes…” she hesitates, her fingers tightening on the edge of the book. “They can communicate with souls that remain tethered to this world. Spirits that haven’t crossed over. Ones still waiting to be reborn.”

The images were blurred like when you're trying to get something from a formatted memory card. I went over to the bookshelf and picked up a book then plopped down on the hammock that was on the spiral staircase, how they had installed it there I had no idea. I quickly got lost in the words of the book. It was a story about a young girl who fell in love and got happily ever after. I groaned, why all these cliches? I needed something real, I'm not saying there are no happy endings but there's got to be real problems before that and...

he added. "Hyun, it's because that's what made the story realistic. It's not for dramatic reasons. There's really no happy ending," she finally gave her answer. Cela closed her laptop right after the call with Hyun. It's been two months since she was asked to write another book that would complete a trilogy and would eventually be made into a three-part special on TV. It all began there. She thought it was a sign to look for Nate because finally, there was a logical reason to do so. The search for him in the last couple of months made her complete the last book by creating fictional events that had references to real events and combining them altogether.

A book where my readers feel the emotions with the characters as they develop. I've also heard a lot of feedback that epilogues should only include marriage, pregnancy/ child birth, or a proposal. I wanted a story that broke the norm. I wanted to create a story that was about the creation of a relationship with a look into their future without it being a stereotypical epilogue, so I gave bonus chapters instead. I hope you enjoyed. Your feedback and comments mean the world to me. So, please leave the book a review or comment to let me know what you thought!

There are so many tales to tell in just one book and it might get frustrating reading it in a single book. I don't want to be one of those people who would write up to 4000 chapters. Book 2 will have less chapters. don't like making books that long but I find myself flowing with the ideas. I Hope no one is confused or upset. It would be easy to find the book 2. Just keep on checking my profile. So, let me explain something here.... The two fell into Carly's trap and now the both of them thought the other cheated on the other.

I finally tossed my top on the floor beside his bed and I was only wearing my black underwear and my lace bra. Lucas only smirked, slowly unbuttoning his own shirt. His groin harder and bigger than before. "Promise me you'll tap me if it's too much." "Fine. I promise," I answered, surrendering for the sake of my sanity. Then he tosses his shirt on the floor with mine and he crawls on top of me like a snake about to bite. I inhale his masculine scent like he was a soothing oil. It filled me, consumed me. I bring my hands on his biceps and caress his warm skin there. If I wasn’t so turned on, I would’ve been scared of the aftermath, how I wouldn’t be able to have sex like this again. It horrif