Novel & Cerita Fanfic Novel

The poor thing has been calling to me since I got back. My fingers move feverishly over the pages, documenting everything that happened in Vegas, including the fight with Harper. I should have hit her harder. If my damn dress wasn't so tight… My phone pings and I realize I've been writing for a whole hour. And Cassian's name is all over my pages. I should rip them out and burn them, but it's not like anybody will ever read it. I brush my teeth and poise in front of the mirror, tying my hair up in a bun.

Oren asked Freya. She was a beautiful woman, and he'd already decided to seduce her the moment she walked up to him, and now that he's found out she was Lucas's sister, he'd gladly add her to his list of conquests. What could be more fun than taking a Forsythe to a party as his date. "yeah sure. I would love to go." She said.. Freya was too blinded by jealousy to notice Oren's ulterior motives. " okay, great. So, I'll be needing your Facebook or Instagram handle. "

“I’m wondering how I didn’t realize sooner how fucking soft you are under all that sharp surface.” “You’re being sentimental again. Maybe you should go back to bed.” “I could.” His fingers curled slightly at my waist, not pulling, not coaxing, just holding. “But then I wouldn’t get to watch you like this.” Heat rushed to my ears. I could feel how red I’d gotten already. The pancake hissed softly as it cooked. I flipped it, kept my hands busy while my skin burned everywhere he touched. “You’re shit at relaxing, you know that?” I said, flipping the first pancake onto a plate.

A lot more messier than she'd every thing of but above it all, she's with someone who would burn the whole world for her. Her Nicole. THE END! Thanks to everyone that took out time to read my book. I'm a newbie author and also watch out for more of my books to come. pls read, drop a comment (would love to know your thoughts) support too.

I grab the book off the shelf and drop to the floor, right there in the aisle. My fingers tremble as I flip to the end. I already know what happens, but I can’t stop myself. Luke Thorne, the immortal hockey star. The one man who ever loved like he meant it. And the heroine fails him. I stare at the final panel, my tears dripping onto the page. “She let him die,” I whisper. My throat closes. “She let him die alone.” I press the book to my chest and sob, rocking back and forth like a child.

I know it’s kinda cliche but we all want young adult stories at times to remind us of our teenage days (LOL). I’m off to writing my new baby. It’s titled The Alpha’s Cursed Mate and also available on Goodnovel. SPOILER ALERT: it’s a werewolf fantasy romance. I hope you’ll give it a shot. Scroll to the next page to get a sneak peek of The Alpha’s Cursed Mate!!!

I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre. And lastly as for another work on Goodnovel.com I've a contemporary romance I'd love to suggest because now I'm aware of the flash forward style of GN. It's entitled as "Winning Over The Cold Heiress." Thank you~

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she said rudely I was a little bit thrown aback with her rude tone "I wanted us to talk" I said "Oh, you wanted us to talk" she said disgusted "Yeah, I do" I said Why is she been so rude Nikki POV I was reading a cool novel when suddenly one of our guests entered and called me That made me furious How dare she and her best friend use me, throw me and come back to me again. Damn! She's gonna pay, they're all gonna pay. I angrily stood up and was about leaving when the brat grabbed me. I swear, I could have slapped her but i don't like to fight and violence

She's ours now—no more fighting. I nestled between them, sated but already craving more. The manor felt smaller, charged with possibility. Breakfast the next morning was electric; their hands on me under the table, eyes promising endless nights. But as Mum's return loomed, the real game began—keeping our triad hidden while indulging every filthy whim.