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See you soon on Goodnovel! Regards, Lisa. EDIT : My book His Silver Eyed Luna is out on the Goodnovel app. Please go through it's free chapters and let me know if you like it. EDIT 2 : I am adding Raphael Wyatt book here. It's three chapters are free. Enjoy! Xoxo.

Dear Reader, I really hope you enjoyed this 42-chapter story that spun for over three months on Goodnovel and sadly but gloriously it has come to an end. An end that I believe I delivered quite well, having penned the final words of this story. The idea to develop it actually began way back in 2017 when I was still in high school and I'm finally glad to have been able to craft it much to everybody's liking. I really do hope it coined a spot in your libraries and with all that said, don't forget to drop a comment, a vote and also share this story to your fellow readers.

Many readers wanted it to end fast so I did it. I hope you didn't regret reading this book. I promise to bring better stories. You can check out these: “His Wild Love” on Fictum (Completely free); The Bad Boy’s First Love on D****e (Completely free); “The CEO’s Fated Love” on Elf Novel (With coins). [Completely free means without ads/coins/any kind of payment.] Thank you! Yours Lexi

EDUCATE YOURSELF. I hope you enjoy this GoodNovel as it unfolds. I'd like to hear from you guys soon! Please do leave a review on what you think about this story. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED COPYRIGHT © RONAN

She dropped the phone back and lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. "I thought you said you wanted to write your story" racheal asked looking up from what she was doing as she noticed her sister had dropped her phone. She was knitting a sweater for her mom. "Yes, I am thinking" said prisca. "About what? she asked. "About what to write in this new novel" she replied. "Write about us then, you, me, mummy, daddy, our family" Rachel replied innocently beaming with smile. Prisca looked at her thoughtfully, that was really a good idea, she was going to add to the story, a family just like thiers, it would make her have more idea to put down.

She wasn't lying. "I know every details about the Requiem book. I have read the book once before, that was how I got to know how evil it was. I will free you but not now. The Requiem book also has the part where dark spells written on it, like the one casted on you, can be broken. Once you have your freedom, you are still going to pretend you're being under her control for a while. When ever that stupid Sluagh fairy comes, you will let me know." Daisy told her.

EDUCATE YOURSELF. I hope you enjoy this GoodNovel as it unfolds. I'd like to hear from you guys soon! Please do leave a review on what you think about this story. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED COPYRIGHT © RONAN

He opened the valet and It had 100$ inside it. “Problem solved! I can borrow 400$ from Henry and add these 100$ in it and keep it back in the locker. This way Mr. Paul will never doubt on me again!” Keith headed towards Henry's home. A person who was a friend Keith always remembered in his toughest times. But, unfortunately never gave him a helping hand in the times of need. Keith reached Henry's home and explained him the entire situation. Keith always shared all his problems with Henry and took advantage of him by acting innocent. Henry helped him and landed him 400$.

Here goes nothing… “Miranda, I choose you to be my best friend, partner and my one true love. My promise to you is simple: my love for you will endure until the end of time because with you I am free to make mistakes without judgment. I’m free to learn and to grow in a rich and safe environment. I am free to laugh, and cry, and even rage when I need to. I can give and receive without debt or expectation. I am free to be myself to the fullest extent. With you, Miranda, I am finally free.” The End

"Chloe, we truly can't come up with the $90,000 down payment for the new house right now. Could we wait until after you graduate from college..." She smiled and said that was fine. Then she turned around and posted a long essay online, attaching a secretly taken photo of my back while I was upset. The headline read: "My Mother Is Severely Mentally Ill." Tens of thousands of comments flooded in: "Protect this girl," "Run while you can," and "Call the police." The story exploded online, and I lost my job. Someone splashed red paint across my front door. Banners calling me an abusive mother, a psycho, and a monster covered the walls.