Cancel Goodnovel Novels & Stories

Dear Reader, My editor and the people of GoodNovel haven't resonded to a single email or checked my edits in over 2 months now. They own Middle Land but they haven't been forthcoming about anything else. They refused to acknowledge my completed work that was up for competition: Talk Dirty to Me. They said this book would sign as exclusive and it's non-exclusive, so I don't get the benefits of being a writer from this story. I'm writing it because of my sheer love of reading and writing romance novels.

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“Okay, this is getting ridiculous. Wanna know what happened? The email. That’s what.” Lucas looked genuinely confused. “Email? What email?” Zehra faltered. “The email you sent,” “What the fu–” “Don’t swear!” she exclaimed, covering her ears. The teacher stopped fangirling about Harry Potter and turned to them. Lucas straightened. “Ms. Evans, we were just discussing how the masterpiece of JK Rowling contain absolutely no swear words except in the last book, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, when Molly Weasley swears at Bellatrix Lestrange for duelling with her daughter Ginny.”

I have two others here on goodnovel that are completed if you want to check those out too. I hope everyone has a Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays

I meant it. However, Lucas just broke down. "I'll never be happy again... I've lost it all," he sobbed. ... I left the house to Lucas, wanting to keep nothing but the memories. Still, I wired 150 thousand dollars to Patrick's account. Not because I was soft, but because I was done with that chapter. I was financially secure, and Lucas had quit his job. I did not want any loose ends. Life got brighter from there. My college buddy and I started an outdoor club right there in town. I met folks who shared my love for the wild, and we would head out on adventures whenever we could.

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"It was all a misunderstanding. Lucas loves me. He does." "Love? Wasn't the recording clear enough? He asked to marry you for our family's resources. The moment he got what he wanted, he planned to divorce you." Rebecca pointed at me, her eyes filling. "That recording is a lie. She set him up. Mom, you can't just take her word for it." Hilda did not even glance at her. She stepped back to the microphone. "This wedding is cancelled. As of today, my family has no further connection to Lucas Cowan. None whatsoever."

"Come quick. It's rare to have both of you here at the same time." I stood in the doorway, and my eyes reddened instantly. Dad's smile faltered for a moment. He looked at me carefully and asked, "What's wrong? Why are your eyes so red?" Despite myself, a sob escaped me. "Dad, I'm going to break up with Emma." The room fell silent. Dad was too dumbfounded to speak, but Bernadette got angry. She grabbed my sleeve and pulled me toward the door. "What nonsense are you saying?"

Everyone said Alice Foster was heads over heels in love with me. Even when my father and I were kicked out of the house, she still insisted on keeping her marriage vows. She even rehearsed them ninety-nine times because she envisioned a perfect wedding for us. Little did they know, all the best-men at the wedding were picked among a list of the ninety-nine lovers she kept around her. “Oliver, you're already my husband. It’s not too much to ask to let them attend the wedding, is it?” I numbly accepted the box of cash she handed me before rushing to the hospital. The wedding was supposed to be for me. That was, until I saw her walking onto the stage with the child my mother birthed out of

ALISA’S POV The first market-pressure attempt arrived nine days after the renewal document became final. It did not come as a note or a private dinner invitation. It came as a coordinated shift in reservation patterns and a sudden, quiet cooling from two mid-tier suppliers who had previously been reliable. Online, a handful of new accounts began leaving detailed, faintly disappointed reviews that focused on the outdoor section’s “changing character” and “loss of intimate scale.” None of the reviews used pack language. All of them appeared within a forty-eight-hour window. The reservation system showed an unusual number of same-day cancellations from numbers that had never booked before.