Novel & Cerita For The Love Of Books

"What I don't get is why you so desperately want me to work as PA. If I didn't know you better, I'd say you want me as close to you as possible." "You see, now you are using that smart brain of yours to good use. You aren't so far from the truth. You see, the reason why I need you to work as a PA is because I want to keep an eye on you. I don't really trust you. You may or may not be carrying my child. If you aren't, then you'll be fired immediately but if you are, you will be retained till you bear the child and then be fired when the child is one year old. So I need to watch you closely."

That's all you all are good at, raise the phones up create your own scenarios and rumors, I'm here for it all Zuri Campari Banks, crazy ass Nepo baby, that needs rehab when she clearly doesn't. I am human like you all okay? Get that into your heads, you all would understand that if you also got cheated on by your boyfriend with a senior you admire and trust! Gets accused of physical violence, then accused of drugs and needing mental health consultation. I will not keep quiet! I will not! You all want to ruin me, but I don't mind ruining me before you do! I am still iconic and you all will forever tag me as that!

I believe in love, because it exists, I may not have experienced it yet, but I am not looking for it, I let it find me and maybe it will make me a new person. We would need a hundred words where we have only one, this little word of love that is good for everything and suitable for nothing, this verb to love that hangs out everywhere, that goes for everything, the love of God, love men, self-love, love of others, and I love my mother, and I love my husband, and I love my daughter, and I love my dog ​​(and the more I watch the man , the more I love my dog), and I love fries, and I love Venice, and I love Ravel, and I love your ass, and I love you, and I love to believe it.

Ken looked confused. “Wait, bloodline?” he asked. “It’s like soulmates, but for vampires. It’s a deep connection that draws you toward each other. You feel it now. “What humans call `raw love,’ we call `bloodline.’” “So that’s your excuse for why you stay?” he asked. She grabbed his cheeks again.

"Anyway, that's it. I've already given you the money. You can do what you want!" "Mom --" Liu Liu's cry was high and sharp, even broken. She hugged Liu Cui's arm, and Liu Cui was staggered by the sudden force. "Mom... please..." Liu Liu screamed and hugged Liu Cui's arm. It seemed that what she wanted to hold was not an arm, but a home she could never return to. He is grumpy but loves her father. Although he prefers sons to daughters, he will still take good care of her mother and her naughty brother.

I’m never like this, I don’t care about others then why her? When we arrived at the cemetery, I was stunned, I didn’t expect her to come to the cemetery. Was that the reason why she was whimpering? And with the way she looked at me today, the tears and pain I saw in her eyes made me wonder if that’s how it feels when you lose someone you love. I have never loved before so I don’t know how it feels. I canceled my plans and drove back to the cemetery, I can’t leave her alone at least not when she’s all sad. When I got there, I saw her seated in front of a grave that says ‘AMELIA IAN SINCLAIR

“Okay, then explain it to me again, because from what I remember you telling me about it, it’s just about how like love is like a sticky note.” “Close,” I begin explaining, “he said that love can be written on crumpled stationery, written on sticky notes wedged between the pages of a book or stuck on a fridge door, or baked into the edges of a chiffon cake. The point is that love takes different forms but the common thing about is that people like talking about it. Kind of like how we always end up interacting with it in some way, and we are all obsessed with it on some sort of level.”

I want to use this opportunity to say a very big thank you to everyone who have given my book a chance. When I started writing for the first time I was scared that people may not read my book but you guys have shown me what love looks like. My book now has over eight thousand views and still continue. Thank you to those who followed me, those who read my book, those who recommend my book to others and those who supported me all the way I really do appreciate it from my heart. I love you all ❤️🥰 Lydia❤️

I am reaching a great milestone in my life; here I am completing my first book with so much love. Books are the greatest but simple magic for letting us live a fantasy just by turning the pages. I love to read books very much because it was an escape for me from my real life. Not that I have a troublesome life; but I love to roam around the fantasies and adventures rather than the boring robotic life. It was great to know I was capable of making someone live such a fantasy with my words. Thank you once again for everything! Loving you soooooooo much, cupcakes. May God bless you with a great, healthy and happy life!

She may hate me for it, but I will love the moment just as much as the last everytime the baby is placed on her chest. As I start to work, my thoughts drift back to the book I’d been reading earlier. Those marked pages, the glimpses into Dhalia’s heart, remind me that love isn’t about grand gestures or expensive gifts. It’s about the small, everyday things—the moments that might seem insignificant to others but mean everything to the person you love.