Novel & Cerita Cut It Off Book

I was utterly worn out. Right now, I had had enough and decided it was time to cut my losses.

"Just tell me." Ivy is used to Cela's lack of emotion. As her editor, she's mastered handling her so well. "Your second book is selling faster than the first one. Only three branches of the bookstore have not confirmed the final sales yet as of 5PM today but the other seven already did!" she told the first good news. "Really?" Cela asked in a casual tone but a smile shortly appeared on her face after realizing she's having a back-to-back success.

"Oh? She is a doctor at your hospital? She accidentally fell into a deep shaft. We just rescued her." Daniel froze. His gaze fell on my face. His mouth opened, then closed, as if he wanted to speak several times but stopped himself. It seemed he knew something. But in front of the police officers, he did not dare say another word. He could only silently pick up his instruments and carefully treat my wounds. The debridement and suturing process was clear and torturous. The cut on my forehead alone needed three stitches. My right leg was placed in a cast because of the fracture.

I'm doing it too because this book was like Zara in my life lol. But what matters is that FINALLY AFTER ONE AND HALF YEAR, I COMPLETED THIS BOOK~ Yeah, I agree there were some unnecessary conversations and scenes (which I'm going to cut down during further editing) that don't have to stay in the book, and without them this story will become better. But as I said, I let myself write whatever I wanted… And I'm grateful that you were patient with me and read every BS I included.

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

He smiles, and starts an email, as she flips through the book looking for the next section that isn’t on fashion. A short while later, and that book is done too. George had also pointed out a couple of other chapters that aren’t relevant anymore. Dinner starts appearing as she dives into the last book, ‘What is this piece of cutlery, and when should I use it?’. It was a glorified picture book. Picture of the cutlery, the use of said cutlery, it’s position on the table, and what it shouldn’t ever be used for as it would be the height of rudeness to do so. Most of it was fairly simple, but the spoon section had her eyes going crossed, and her head starting to ache. She slams the book down on t

The path to freedom was clear and direct. In murderous rage, I pierced my claws into the palm of my right hand, hovered it over the last remaining shreds of the book and watched Vincent's eyes glaze over with tears. I uttered a single word, "Burn." And the book caught on fire the moment drops of my blood from the cut I made on my palm came into contact with it. In Vincent's absentmindedness, with his gaze still pinned on the burning book, everything slowed down before me. I moved faster than the law of time permitted, over to where he knelt with a sorrowful expression as he watched the remains of the book become ash.

"Lily, it's a nice thought but-" Lily had reached the final page of the book and her face dropped. "No, there has to be something!" "Maybe it is just a fairytale-" "Wait." Lily had let the last page of the book fall and she frowned, staring at the back leather cover. "I need a knife," she murmured to herself and searched her pockets, pulling out a small blade. She then gently sliced along the edge of the back cover, creating an opening. "Fuck me," she whispered and pulled out what looked like an old piece of parchment.

No One POV . . . Author Note: You guys will read the details of how all the things happened in my other featuring the lead role of Mishri & Eklavya (BAD BOY’S VIXEN). I will start this book in January. Before that, I need to end this book. . . Back to the story! .

Satisfied, I was about to close it when something caught my attention. The page numbers. I frowned. Page forty-three... Followed by... Forty-six. I turned back. Then forward again. Forty-three. Forty-six. The pages hadn't fallen out. They had been cut out. Cleanly. Almost professionally. I ran my fingertips lightly along the inner binding. There was no mistaking it. Several sheets had once been there. Now... They weren't. I sat back slowly. Perhaps... It had simply been damaged. Books this old were bound to lose pages eventually.