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Chapter 3 The sun had begun to rise and I did not know if I should be relieved or more concerned by the fact that I had not gotten us anywhere. My breathing was heavy, my chest rising and falling fast as I am still dragging the fucking bear through the woods. My body shaking from wanting to give in, I am fighting my legs to continue as they shake due to the over exertion, I had wanted to stop many times but the fear of not being able to move again drove me to continue for as long as my body allowed.

She instructed her best friend and rushed to the bathroom. "What's this?" Tasha found something on her desk. she picked up the booklet and turned the pages, "A new novel?" she exclaimed. "Wait!" Arielle shouted from the bathroom, she had the habit to write it down instead of typing her stories, she used her gift to write 2-3 chapters of her new novel last night before going to bed. She rushed out with the toothbrush still on her hand. "Give that to me." "Nope. You're writing a new novel? A romance novel at that?" Tasha ran around the room reading the notes.

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Natasha seemed to want to ask but kept it to herself until they returned. "Everything feels strange," Karina murmured again, then she lay back on the bed and stared at the ceiling of her room. Her hand touched her bulging belly and gently caressed it. "Can I continue with all of this after knowing this?" Karina murmured again. Karina turned to look at Scarlett's novel placed on the nightstand next to the bed. She remembered that before they left, she read the novel and finished it. "I'm curious about something," Karina murmured and got up from her position, crawling toward the novel.

Though we had survived the lone wolf’s attack, the air here felt heavy, as if the very ground were waiting for us to lower our guard. I lifted Novel in a bridal carry, her weight familiar yet terrifyingly limp in my arms. Outside the tent, my men were already a blur of motion, packing crates and tightening cinches. I caught several of them stealing glances at Novel, their eyes wide with unspoken questions about her unconscious state. The carriage was a jagged skeleton of wood and velvet, shredded during the attack. With no other choice, I decided she would ride with me. My knuckles cracked as I clenched my fists at the thought of our destination. The Land of Illusion. What fate awaited us th

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The mighty moon watched over us, a silent witness to our love and the promises of a future filled with joy and endless possibilities. __________ Dear readers, What an amazing journey this has been! A whole year ago, I embarked on the adventure of writing this novel, and alongside the resilient Nesta, I have witnessed myself grow and let go of the fears that once bound me. It's been a transformative experience, and I couldn't be more grateful for your support throughout.

He always felt the x-factor missing in his stories, and he hadn't cracked it yet. As Noah entered the building, he saw his Modern Literature Professor collecting books that had fallen down. Noah rushed towards her and helped her pick up the books. " Let me carry them for you, Mam." " That's so sweet of you, Noah," Mrs. Parkinson praised. He followed her to the staff room and kept the books on the shelf. " What's the progress on your new novel? Did you complete it?" Noah signed. " No, Mam. I think I have writer's block."

Both things continue to be true. He wrote: The box is gone. The book is in the world in the form of a manuscript. The accumulation that produced the manuscript continues in the house, in the garden, in the journals, in Thomas's programme, in the bread Wednesdays and the Thursday walks and the fire in the sitting room and the east wing and the quince trees and the foxgloves. The building does not stop because the book is finished. The building is the building. The book is the account of the building. The account is not the building. He closed the journal. Don was in the east wing, reading — not the manuscript, not anything related to the book. A novel. He was reading a novel, which was what h

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