Novel & Cerita Eleven Lovely

I continue my work and I have a good progress. I decided to email my proposed title and outline to Ms. Amanda and I’m a bit nervous. I hope she will like it. I’m confident with my work but knowing Ms. Amanda she is a very strict and I don’t know what really catches her attention or what her taste about a novel. I decided to make a romance novel about a girl that left on her wedding day to pursue her dreams and after a long time will meet again her past lover.

Brody hurriedly left the cave. "Stupid mutt," Lincoln said. He started counting the women to make sure Brody didn't kill a single one. Eleven. A total of eleven women. One particular woman caught his eyes, he didn't remember bringing her here. The woman wore ragged clothes and is sitting quietly in the corner holding a golden necklace in her hands.

★★★ FERAL FURY PACK ★★★ Luna Lovett was bustling about the palace, overseeing the final preparations for Vladimir's wedding. The grandeur of the palace was breathtaking, adorned in the finest decorations. Lush garlands of white roses and lilies draped over the archways, their fragrant blooms filling the air with a heady scent. Crystal chandeliers glittered like stars above, casting a warm, ethereal glow over the scene. Elegant silk drapes in shades of ivory and gold hung from the walls, adding to the opulent atmosphere.

I breathed out, "that's him." "You're so fucking whipped," Lola muttered before taking her phone back. I ignored her comment. I was still thinking about what I would say to Justin tomorrow. It wasn't long before Lola shoved her phone in my face again. "Is this his sister?" she asked. She had switched from Justin's Instagram account to someone else's. Camille's. It was a picture from Halloween. Wow, I hadn't even realized that Halloween had passed. Camille's hair was dyed red as a part of her costume.

I didn’t even know what was going on. “I thought Riley left?” Kalil asked. So did I. I didn’t want to talk yet because he had questions that I knew I couldn’t answer. I connected my phone to the car radio and scrolled through my music. “I have a song for you.” The first notes of “Beautiful Surprise” by India Arie flowed through the truck and he went quiet as he listened. As the words registered a grin spread across his face. His smiles always made me feel better. “Thank you. I loved it,” he confessed as the final notes rang out.

The air inside felt different. Lena's photographs covered the kitchen wall. She was twelve and obsessed with the camera she had gotten for her birthday, and she photographed everything — the garden, the street, her father coming through the door before he had his jacket off. She was good. Nikolai told her so every time and meant it. Noah was eighteen now. He had gotten tall, direct, opinionated about everything. He still played chess. Still ate his eggs with opinions about how they had been prepared. He came home from school that Tuesday, dropped his bag in the hallway, and went straight to the kitchen.

Nails that have been colored silver and will now be decorated with small white gems. From this morning Brisa has been carrying out various preparations for her happy day which will be held in two days. In two days, Brisa will marry her lover, whom she has been in love with for a year. "Del, is there a problem? Why do you look like a mess like this?" Brisa smoothed Delmar's disheveled hair. Delmar doesn't usually look like that. Delmar is the type of man who really cares about his appearance. Delmar took Brisa’s hand from her head. "Bri, do you really love Juan?"

Every time he caught glimpses of November Park, an internal music player in his head automatically plays Isn’t she Lovely in an acoustic version, as if it mirrors her every action. November Park is just so freaking pretty, so freaking lovely. Her smiles were so sweet and bright that they only did not light up the whole room but it lights up his whole day too. Her voice was so sweet and soft she could talk all day and spew curses of different languages and he’d still sit there, smiling while listening to her voice like its lullaby. Delicate like a glass that if he isn’t careful enough, she’d break and never be the same again. She’s a little shy too, what with those little blushes on her cheeks

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With all the love in my heart, Damon" I hold it close to my heart when I finish reading it for the third time. He thinks I'm the favorite part of his day? I sigh in content. I think I'm falling for him and hard. I stand up fully and stretch. There's an aching in between my legs and even they are weak. I walk carefully to the armoire and find a beautiful cotton sundress in a red and white gingham pattern. I pull it out and throw it on, and I cannot get enough of how soft it feels. While I love the luxurious fabrics and things that he's bought me so far, this is simple and makes me feel more comfortable. I need to let him know somehow without upsetting him. Just because he thinks I'm his Luna,