Novel & Cerita Don't Stop Me Book

I read aloud. Beginning of what? “Stop confusing me. What are you trying to tell me?” I asked exasperatedly. And maybe I was imagining it, but I thought I heard the book scoff. It was acting sentient, like it had a mind of its own. I took a deep breath, before trying again. “Okay, start from telling me where I am.” I demanded calmly. The book jolted, before flipping its pages. After what seemed like a long while, it finally stopped at a page.

Mom frowned with displeasure, still refusing to believe me. "Why must you torment Charlene like this? She already has trauma from these things. And how could there possibly be another mastermind behind this case? That's absolutely impossible." She was so sure and firm in her belief—anchored in the past life's narrative—that she wouldn't even give me a chance to explain. But this time, I refuse to back down. I swore to Ms. Madden. "Ms. Madden, please believe me. If I'm lying, then let me die a miserable death and forever rot in hell."

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.

I read through but stopped to catch my breath. "It's a soft, milky, tender touch of..." I suddenly stopped as one of the gentlemen cleared his throat, dragging my attention from the booklet I was reading. "Pardon my interruption, but are you going to keep reading from the booklet?" he asked, and I pushed a shrug off my shoulders. "Unbelievable."

Everyone seemed dressed to the nines like Klein was, a glass of wine in their hands. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Klein announced. “Our newest member, Chloe Whitman.” Everyone raised their glass up, and Klein slipped one into my hands. “The book of the evening is this,” he said, tapping a book next to me. “Just relax.” I sat down and opened the book, a shocked gasp escaping my lips. It was subtle erotica, yet everyone seemed so engrossed in it. Klein stood in the middle, his voice booming as he read paragraphs of p**n like material, and I squirmed in my seat.

Wow, what a devoted lover. Devoted? When I had called him after being brought to the emergency room, he had lied and said that he was on a business trip. He said that he loved me, but he refused to believe me. The thought had just flashed through my mind when I suddenly felt dizzy, and the world went black. I thought that it was going to be like last time, and that I would materialize in a different place and continue to hover around. However, when I woke up again, I realized that I had been reborn. I had been reborn on the day that Cameron confessed to me.

“She doesn’t recall what it was like to love you. “She doesn’t want to waste any more time on you.” Janna nodded courteously yet detachedly at Vincent, who could barely keep to his feet. “Take care, Don Colleo.”

"Don't stop. Please. I'm—" I pushed deeper. "Oh!" --- THE END

“We find out what you’re becoming. Before it takes over.” Aiden didn’t answer. Couldn’t. Because something had already shifted inside him. A rustle behind them made him stiffen. Someone had dropped a book on the pavement across the lot and Aiden heard it like it was right beside him. The thud. The sharp intake of breath. The whisper of fabric as the girl stooped to pick it up. His body reacted before his mind could. His head snapped toward the sound, nostrils flaring. He smelled her fear. Not sweat. Not nerves.

However, I no longer wanted to speak up. I had lost the desire to speak after many years of distrust. I did not care if they believed me. I was already satisfied enough to see Nate regaining consciousness and becoming healthy again. Camila coldly walked toward Luther. “Show me your phone.” Luther shook his head. “No, why would I? This is my privacy.” Ruth slapped Luther fiercely. She looked at Luther with disappointment and anger. “The doctors already said that Nate’s fine. How long are you going to keep up with your lies?