Don't Believe It Book Review Mga Nobela at Kwento

I welcome you all to my third book on this app. If you are yet to read the first and second, please check it out: THE CEOs REJECTED BRIDE and JN LOVE WITH MR TITANIC. This is to remind everyone that this book is Fictional so believe everything you see in it at your risk. The writer doesn't support or go against anything in the book as the plot and characters are left for you readers to judge and talk about. So whether it is right or wrong, your opinions are welcomed on the review/comment section but remember that it's fictional.

If I had known that this mission would stir a dangerous encounter which was going to pose as a bizarre hinderance to me, then I wouldn't have made this journey. This book is far from ending 💥 Pls kindly leave a review after reading, would go a long way in boosting my hope and as well bless me with your gems 😊

Wouldn’t it be nice? About an hour had passed and it was almost time for the bell to ring. The whole time she was reading she felt slightly uncomfortable, as if she had been joined by an eerie presence that sent shivers down her spine. She closed her book with a thud and stood up from her chair. She packed up her notes into her bag and hung it over her shoulder, ready to return the book she had been reading. She had learnt some useful information about demons and how hell works but she wasn’t sure about how accurate it was. It was written by humans so it might not be completely truthful. Humans like to exaggerate for personal gain, it was a fact. She was about to walk away from the table whe

To be nothing more or less but the daughter of hell. “Now, shall I continue the story?” He snaps his finger, once more opens the pages of the book, and then he utters and continue reading the book with the words and lines. “With it, the innocent, yet perhaps foolish protagonist of an Alice, breaks down with her beliefs about her identity and replaces those learned beliefs and understandings of the world with Wonderland’s nonsensical rules. Or should I say, the reality that the author, no, in this case, our circumstance and this world, is made and forces us to believe in God himself? What do you think?”

He smiled. The room went oddly quiet. “Does this have anything to do with the Ravenscotts?” My head snapped towards him. “What? No?!” “Sally.” “It has nothing to do with them.” “Mmmhmm” I rolled my eyes. “It really doesn’t.” “Sure.” He nodded slowly, clearly not believing me. I sighed and turned back to my laptop. “You wouldn’t understand.” That made him sit up. “Try me.” I looked at him and sighed.

“Do you mean to say you believe what this book has got to say?” The man nodded with a reassuring smile. “Not just thinking, though. I believe these things for which not everyone perceives really do exist.” Try as he might to bite his words, there was something about how he phrased it that alienated Migi. He couldn’t excuse this as a bad prank since he was all serious when he articulated his thoughts. But he couldn’t immediately say he was telling the truth. “How can you say so? Have you already seen one?”

"It's in the world. Anyone can read it. Including you." "It said — " he paused, selecting the words carefully the way he always selected words. "It said you were the most honest person the reviewer had ever seen in that kind of setting. That you answered questions without managing them. That you said things about your own experience that most people would be afraid to say in front of strangers." He paused again. "It said reading the book and then seeing you in person confirmed that the book is the actual person." She felt that. "The book is the actual person," she said.

Author's Note Dear Reader, Welcome to Beautifully Unfaithful. This is a story about betrayal, but perhaps not in the way you expect. It is about a woman who spent years carrying everyone else's expectations while quietly starving inside. It is about grief that was never healed, love that became a weapon, and the devastating loneliness that can exist inside a marriage long before anyone walks away from it. Laurel Cruz Leonard is not a perfect heroine. She makes choices that many will question. Some will judge her. Others may understand her far too well.

“Scarlett, I'd think hard if I were you. The women who'd kill to be the Donna of the Sterling family could line up from Sicily to New York.” “And you? A woman I've thrown away. You think your family will still shelter you the way they used to?” His arrogance was a pair of pitiless hands, and they strangled the last scrap of hope I had left. Once it was fully gone, I felt almost light. I pushed a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “Fine. Then I won't keep you from picking your new Donna.” His pupils shrank. Right in front of me, he pulled Daphne into his arms.

"I don't believe that anymore." "No," he said. "I'm still…" I paused. "I'm still learning not to believe it. It's not…" The particular and honest admission of it. "It's not a thing you stop believing all at once. It's a thing you stop believing in the specific and incremental way of a woman who keeps finding evidence against it and eventually the evidence outweighs the belief." "What's the evidence," he said. The specific and direct question. I looked at him. I thought about the coffee on my side of the counter.