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"I'm happy they're here finally." ****Sorry for the short chapter. Mind's been on a wild rollercoaster for a ride. I will not be responding to negative comments. I simply will find a way to block you from my books. I'm not forcing any of you to read, your negative comments are disrespectful not only to me but other readers who happen to be enjoying the read. Please just simply don't read if it's something you don't like. Thanks****

Laya got discharged after -------- Author's Notes: Read my new book "Werewolf seeking the Sun". It is under the contest Werewolf and I under the theme WerewolfXVampire. Drop reviews and add books into the library. Best reviews get 100 coins as a gift. thankyou guys.

Hello guys! Long time no see. This month has personally been a lot for me, and I'm so glad to see that March is finally over. It's a new month in less than 24 hours, and I'm hoping I'll be able to get a restart on this year. That being said, this is a notice that I would be rewriting chapters 1-10 of book 2 (ONCE BANISHED, NOW A LUNA) and I've been made to understand that the changes would not take place unless you delete the book from your library and add it again. I would be uploading the new chapters tonight and hoping they get reviewed before this time tomorrow.

After that, I would stroll through Roselle Street, but I always felt lonely, like I was missing something. That was until I entered a bookshop and saw Jonathan reading in the corner. He was surrounded by tall piles of books. He set every book he finished reading on one side before moving on to another. He seemed content in his world of ink and paper and looked like nothing could intrude on his peace. I grew curious and asked the old man who ran the bookshop about him. The old man clicked his tongue and replied, "That young man has come here three days in a row. He sits here from morning until nightfall, and he even skips meals sometimes."

Hello Lovelies, just a quick heads-up I'd be pausing this book for a while since the book's engagement is so discouraging and I don't see any Motivation to move it forward. This is a quite sad decision but it just has to be. Thanks for giving your time to check this book out. I'd hit you guys up if I'd ever continue

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We begin swaying to the music as we keep glancing at each other. I have found my happiness and piece of mind even after a lot of struggles. Looking into Gabriel's eyes, I just know it that this is just the beginning of something bigger. I am happy to announce that FADED is a paid story on goodnovel with over 3K views. It honestly means a lit to me as a young writer. I urge you to continue supporting me by reading my other works on my profile. I will be dropping the synopsis and cover in some time. There is still a lot to discover for Lyka and so, don't miss out on book two which I will perhaps be dropping next year.

Samuel said coldly. "My brothers are not afraid of death," said Xiaobai. "But I don't want my brother to die in vain." After saying that, Samuel moved his hand and tied the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book to Xiaobai. "If the situation is not right, take it with you. Your brothers are all in it. The person who controls this book inside and I have a secret number. As long as you read the secret number, it will release those strange beasts. By the way, some strange beasts are removed from the contract. They are injured and can't come out, or they will die immediately, understand?"

I swallowed the tablets with trembling hands, the water tasting strangely metallic. When we returned to the living room, she hesitated. “There’s more.” Of course there was. She spoke carefully. “Your first book… has been removed from stores.” I blinked. “Come again?” “Retailers have pulled it from their shelves. Physical copies and online listings. They said they cannot be associated with the current controversy.” My chest tightened sharply. That book had been my beginning. My voice. My proof that I existed beyond noise. I imagined empty shelves where my words once stood.

My phone blew up with endless harassing texts and anonymous phone calls. All of them filled with vile slurs and insults. My hands shook as I blocked each number, one by one. My mother told me she’d called the school and gotten me an extended leave of absence. But I couldn’t let her know I was leaving the country. I had to get back to campus to finalize my paperwork. She’d never had time for me anyway. Even if I left, it would probably be weeks before she even noticed I was gone.