Cherish After Losing Novel Novels & Stories

Abigail's POV - Days flow steadily, like a calm river winding its way through life's landscapes. I sit at my desk, penning down words that weave stories of love and heartache. Fragrance of Love, my most successful novel to date, brought the intoxicating aroma of success into my life. Now, I'm immersed in crafting its sequel, Fragrance of Love Season 2, hoping to give the love it couldn't find in the first part—a story mirroring my own life's journey, finding its path to happiness.

After dinner Jiang Ning could finally gather the bits and pieces of the novel from her past life, In the morning she has suffered from shock which led to her fumbling the ball but now that she has finally eaten her fill and taken a bath , she was able to think more clearly. No matter how much she tried to deny the reality, it was true that she had transmigrated to that crappy novel ,Luo Chen read her . Yes she felt sorry for those pitiful children but there must be millions of readers why! why was she the unlucky one to be dumped in this novel?

" angry with the author's stupid dog shit novel; she hurriedly opened her keyboard and typed in " THIS IS ABSOLUTELY NONSENSICAL NOVEL , F*CK YOU AUTHOR!" But cursing the author once wasn't enough for her so she repeatedly cursed the novel and the author . The Fl was putiful but so was Chelsea under WHAT premises was Lilian allowed to have a HE but Chelsea was given a BE? " Iliana! We will be late for Mrs Sushma's hindi lecture " " I'm coming Rohini " Iliana shouted to her best friend and rushed out from her room but as soon as she stood up her head started to feel dizzy .

I dropped slowly like a flower's petal and lost my consciousness. @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL ALPHA KING CHECKMATE Thank you so much! Want to hear your review! THANKS A LOT! (By the way: If you can understand tagalog, I have so lot of Tagalog Novel for you to read. Please visit my profile where you can see my works. Thank you so much!)

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Now let's ponder on these things : *What's this novel all about? Sincerely Cassiopeia is about the diary of a girl named Cassiopeia. People call her "The Flower Bud of Veluven" because of her emanating beauty, kindness and [insert all of the good qualities that a female lead could possess only because she is the protagonist]. The whole novel was told in her point of view. Unfortunately, there is only one ending for Valeria: Death. I realized, that I am in a hellish world and I will die eventually. Yeah, death is inevitable but I don't want to die foolishly!

It was time to end this for good. The potion burned bitterly as it slid down my throat, setting every inch of me ablaze. My muscles twisted in agony, like countless ants were devouring me from the inside. I clutched my chest, curling into a ball as sweat poured out of me in rivers. But none of that pain compared to the ache in my heart. I knew this suffering was necessary. It was the only way to cut Grayson out completely and start fresh. When the torment finally faded, relief washed over me. Even the air felt fresh. I pulled off the ring he'd given me at our wedding and tossed it into the street, watching as passing cars crushed it.

He seemed genuinely surprised that I wanted to go, but behind all that, I could see that he was relieved. Perhaps he hoped that if I left, Arlene would return home—but I doubted that. Mirela was still there, and if there was anyone she detested, it was her. As the plane lifted off into the air, I looked back at the city with immense sadness. For some reason, it felt like I would never see the place again. I came because of Arlene, and I was leaving because of her as well. The property I intended to buy—I never went back to it after consulting Liam. I couldn’t bring myself to look him in the eye, knowing that I had lost the woman I cared about to him because I was the fool who didn’t cherish

By the end of the day, Cher had asked timidly, “Allie, can we be friends?” “We already are,” Allie had said with a grin. The next morning, Allie had brought Cher a brand-new pair of sneakers. Cher, in turn, had shown up with a homemade omelet, still warm, wrapped in foil. Their bond had felt unbreakable then, so pure and untarnished. But now, as Cher wept on the ground, those memories felt like another lifetime—a cruel reminder of what they had lost. Allie’s voice was hollow. “How did it come to this, Cher?”

John had indeed lost her on a poker table as if she was nothing but another of his belongings just like his watch or an old table. She pushed his chest with all her might but failed. It was her end. In this world where women were progressing, she was traded off on a poker table. She smirked at her fate. She was nothing. Nothing, but a lost bet. Her body gave up and she lied there while he assaulted her neck. She wasn’t moving at all. Fuck, what is this new tantrum. He looked at her face. She was crying. “Can you stop crying?” But she cried harder.