Novel & Cerita Don't Even Think About It Book

Don’t even try it. But I wasn’t thinking of doing anything. Yet.

That lovely thought clings to me as I lie there, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I’ve completely lost it. Everything in my mind is screaming at me to stop. To shut this down, to not meet these people, to walk away. It’s insane, and any rational person would probably run. But I can’t. There’s this part of me, the part I admit is fucking stupid and not sane, that keeps whispering, Think of the book. Think of how popular it’ll be when people find out the truth behind it. I know it’s crazy. And yet, here I am.

____ Something to think about. A. Gupta

Thinking about this is really shaking me to the bones. No no, I can't think that way. Strange things happen all the time and this is just one of them. I won't make anything out of this. I should stop overthinking it. Yes...I won't think about it. ° ° ***

Laya didn’t sleep, not really. She spent the night tangled in her sheets, limbs heavy and restless, her mind endlessly circling back to the chapel and Cybil Ashcroft’s voice: smooth, composed, and razor sharp beneath its warmth. “Is it worse than watching everything fall apart for the both of us?” The words slithered into her thoughts like a vine wrapping around the trunk of a dying tree: quiet, steady, and unshakable. The very idea of marrying a man on the verge of death, one she barely knew, was grotesque in theory: cold, calculated, transactional — everything she had never been.

but then I don't understand why I feel like I don't hate him even after he has done so much to much. The last two weeks when he was away, I felt like i missed him. What am I even thinking about . That is something that I should never think about . imagine who on this world can have interest in someone like me. That I don't believe. Why am I even thinking about liking and so on. I am supposed to only concentrate in making sure my mom gets all the treatment she needs. Now that my salary was a bit okay, I just had to concentrate on working hard for him so that he doesn't get any second thoughts of chasing me away from the work.

I thought of burning the book for it I should burn it, I wouldn't be troubling myself any longer and the black Cults won't be able to come to me anymore. I also thought that there would be penalty in doing that, for the book does not belong to me, it from my school library. Instead of burning it, I would rather return the book. But returning the book will not be good for me as I will continue to think about reading the book in as much I know the book still lives. I think and connected to the book. The connection makes me not to be able to do without reading it. Wait a minute, am I connected to the book or the what is inside the book. What is wrong with me? I shouted out speaking to myself.

"Stop thinking about him. He doesn't deserve you. I am the one for you." AUTHOR'S NOTE: NEW BOOK ALERT!!! DON'T FORGET TO CHECK OUT MY NEW BOOK, "ALPHA OF THE NORTH: HIS WEAKNESS, HER CURSE. It is a dark romance book. Intriguing and suspense-filled.

“There it is again—compassion.” “You make it sound like it's something bad.” I frowned. He shook his head. “I don't say it's bad. It's just that not everyone deserves it. I'm not the one who does.” Curiosity stole most of my self-restraint, and I spectacularly failed to keep my mouth shut. “And what did you do that makes you unworthy of compassion?” His features sharpened, and I instantly regretted asking. “I'm sorry… I shouldn't—”

## Author's Note Hello everyone, I am incredibly grateful that you have taken the time to delve into my book “Caged by Him.” Your time and attention are invaluable, and I want to express my heartfelt thanks for allowing my story to be a part of your day. Writing this book has been a journey filled with passion, creativity, and a few challenges along the way, and I’m thrilled to share it with you.