Fluffy Paradise Novel Novels & Stories

She quietly sat beside the big stone and watched the scenery in front of her. “This is amazing, a paradise. I have lived in the City of Bloom my whole life, but I never once thought that there was a paradise here. I wonder if I can go back here once I leave,” she murmured to herself. She sighed as she thought of ways on how she should live her life right now. She just hopes that a miracle will come and give her back her old life, or maybe she can start a new life with what her father left for her. She stayed a little longer, and it was starting to get dark already when she heard someone calling her. She stood up and looked around and saw something from the other side of the lake.

William gently reached for her hand, unshed tears in his own eyes. He could feel it too... the joy, the happiness, The completeness. This was unlike anything he had experienced in his life... the feeling. It felt just right.... Like he was finally in Paradise.

I cried the rest of the night. As I packed the rest my stuff, the vacation house felt so different. It didn't have the inviting warmth and fun atmosphere that it had when Ryan was here; or the intimacy that I felt here alone with Alec. It just felt cold, empty, and impersonal. I couldn't believe that after all of this, after everything that has happened, I was leaving paradise feeling more broken and humiliated than when I arrived. It was a long, depressing flight back, but I finally made my way up the stairs and back to my familiar apartment.

Endless Paradise, or just Paradise, was the place where all desires were free to come true. The most diverse clientele, from the wealthy tycoon elite to the most questionable workers in even more questionable industries, felt free to consume what they paid for. And they paid well. Very well indeed. But the issue here was the perspective of who was the product. You were no longer you, but an instrument, a doll made for the pleasure of whoever could get it. And no matter how disgusting or unreliable your client seemed, if they could afford it, "no" was not an option.

"Say what? I reincarnated into a reverse novel." The system's words were like a thunderclap; not daring to believe this was true, the whole person was stunned for five seconds. Marin found a corner to sit, blankly looking at the novel in her hand without saying anything. Trying to calm her nerves, she opened the novel and read the last few chapters she hadn't finished yet. The novel [Love you more than the stars.] has very bloody content. The novel is set in a modern setting with a director's love affair with a secretary.

he answered. "Flamis persona? What was that?" "You'll know about it later," he answered. I glanced back at the book. The first page says "Spadomar" and I immediately know that it means prophecy. I flipped the first page and my brows furrowed in confusion. There's only one page but its weight feels like it contains millions of it! "There's only one page?" I asked loudly but didn't get any response from him, so I just decided to read what was written on it.

"Nay, Sir Walter," cried Mrs Clay, "this is being severe indeed. Have a little mercy on the poor men. We are not all born to be handsome. The sea is no beautifier, certainly; sailors do grow old betimes; I have observed it; they soon lose the look of youth. But then, is not it the same with many other professions, perhaps most other? Soldiers, in active service, are not at all better off: and even in the quieter professions, there is a toil and a labour of the mind, if not of the body, which seldom leaves a man's looks to the natural effect of time. The lawyer plods, quite care-worn; the physician is up at all hours, and travelling in all weather; and even the clergyman--" she stopt a moment

I pick it up; it's written in italic font. ' Good morning, Apphia. I had a lovely time with you yesterday. You only deserve the best, " I smile and carry the half-bloomed lotus to my nose. It smells amazing. I read the title of the new novel, Little Women. I've never read it before. The door opens, and Lily comes in, carrying a tray of dishes in her hands. She smiles at me, " Good morning, Apphia, you look luminous this morning."

Evelyn saw it though—and quickly hooked her arm around his. "If she’s not buying you anything, I will! I sold that bag I never used, I’ve got money..." Evelyn kept chattering as she pulled him along—effortlessly flipping his mood in under a second. On the other side of the world, the night sky over Paris resembled a swath of deep blue velvet, intricately embroidered with flecks of gold—silent, yet decadently rich.

We talked about something else and I gave donations to AHO again and then we went to Desire Paradise. It was three twenty PM when we arrived at the island and it is still like before, it is considered a paradise by those who travel here, white sand, sky blue ocean, cottages made of nipa with a roof and wooden walls. There is a floating restaurant on the other side of the island, many shops and many people strolling and bathing in the crystalline waters of the sea. They seem to be enjoying it! "Secretary Fhara," I called attention to the Secretary who was busy looking at the stores. "Yes Sir?"