Fat City Novel Novels & Stories

As if looking into my inner soul, Staring right at me was a pair of blue eyes so vivid it felt like I was looking into the ocean's depths. Could those eyes belong to Alpha Grayson? Why was he studying my interaction with the warrior? Why not just come down and greet me himself? I felt my anger start to rise. I was angry that nearly thirty years later, my family was still being treated like garbage. I was mad that Alpha Grayson had time to meet with me, but he pushed me aside like I meant nothing; and I was livid that he was forcing me to go to the banquet, knowing that the pack females would torment me for being a Macafee.

It is better to prevent that fr happening. Since I am the only one left in the house, I just read some books from the library. Yeah, you heard that right. Library. Miss Fatima is a bibliophile. My dad wants her to be happy so dad built a libraru inside this house. Miss Fatima said that they bought over a thousand books. "Hmm. What will I read?" I asked myself. At last, I get The Great Gatsby. I remember, when I was still a child, Rhea forces me to read this book instead of reading children's book. She said the children's book are just for brainless who will not succeed in life.

He reminded me of a puppy following its favorite person around. ...Okay. That sounded much better than the comparison I almost made. "Just because," Lindsay answered with a shrug. I sat beside her and opened my own drink. The cold cola fizzed pleasantly against my tongue. Being able to enjoy soda again felt like a small victory after months of stomach problems. I'd recovered completely. At least physically. I had also found a decent job. I worked as a clerk at a small bookstore that shared its space with a neighborhood library. The pay wasn't amazing, but it was enough to support myself until I officially received my diploma.

Felza's blushed, her neck flushed red, “You can't lie, it's written all over your face. You literally called me fat.” “You’re not.” I said, almost seriously, “You look perfect.” “Then I'll excuse you for some time. I have to complete this book.” I stared at the book in her hands, slightly curious, “Is that a dark romance book?” “How did you know?” Felza asked, slightly baffled, “You read dark romance books as well?” she looked rather shocked when I nodded slowly, not tearing my eyes from hers, “I've enjoyed reading books like that for years.” I lied, wanting to impress her. Felza laughed out loud, “What a surprise? Most people hate books like this. What's your favorite?”

Lately, if she saw him twice a week, it was a lot. “So, how are things at work? They seem to keep you busy lately.” She asked him, trying to dig a bit. He looked at her and shrugged, “I’ve been approaching e-novel authors for the next big thing. From what I can see, there is an abundance of untapped talent out there and e-novel websites are the only way for them to get their stories out into the world. They have given me 4 months to land a best-seller.”

A book. She pulled it out, her curiosity instantly overriding her fatigue. The book was bound in a worn, dark leather that had softened over time. The edges were frayed, and the spine was slightly cracked, holding it together with a kind of desperate need. When she opened it, she saw that the pages were yellowed, the ink faded but still legible. It was a diary, but it wasn't like the ones she'd seen at the bookstore. It was intimate, personal, and it felt like she was intruding. The first page was filled with a scrawling, hurried handwriting that was messy but urgent. Pinky squinted to read it, her eyes tracing the loops and crosses.

she hissed. Camila chuckled lightly and earned a glare from Joan “Oh please, it’s too funny to let it pass without laughing,” she shook her head then stopped laughing and gave a serious look “It is an inviting offer but weird, what if you were some serial killer who kills rich handsome men for a living?” Joan looked at her in disbelief and shook her head at her assumptions. “What exactly are you reading that is giving you these ideas?” “It’s a crime documentary darling, and it gives you a sense of security somehow” she shrugged.

THE END Fatima is a former process engineer and currently pursuing a Doctor of Philosophy in Chemical Engineering. She has been stepping into the publishing world by writing academic journals and book chapters. Now, she is taking a new step in publishing her first fiction book, Love Destiny. The inspiration for Love Destiny came from various factors such as her interest in the military and medical world, and love-hate relationship.

It's finally here! Finding Us, formerly known as ‘Crazy About Boys | Finding The One’ when it was originally written on Wattpad, is a New Adult Fiction novel, which is a subgenre of Romance. Since there isn't a New Adult Fiction tag, I'm forced to use the Romance tag. However, there isn't much of a difference, except the aforementioned explains the book better.

Allan picked up the only novel there which was in the far right corner almost covered by Allan's other tomes. Allan wasn't used to reading novels, just looking at the title made him lazy. 'Journey of Love?' Allan frowned. "Aish! What is this book? Never mind, it's better than nothing! Who knows, it might help me fall asleep!" Allan took the book which wasn't thick and returned to his recliner and started reading. At first he was lazy to read it but over time Allan was immersed in his new book, because the novel book was thin enough that Allan, who was used to reading thick Business and Management books, was able to finish it in a short time. Allan closed it. And looked towards the book.