Novel & Cerita Her Chapter 1

to bring her to you." I patted him on the shoulder and told him to stay close until I knew what exactly she wanted. I still was not sure what she came for. I turned and walked back in noticing she wasn't sitting at the table anymore. She was up, roaming, investigating my house. This house was much bigger than the one she had seen before. I used this house to do many things. Work, play, and cause that chaos she is scared of. I walked towards her and reached my arms out. I wanted to test the boundaries. I needed to know if I could touch her. She looked at me tilting her head slightly and sighed before walking into them. I pulled her in tightly, breathing her in, and almost moaning at her scen

"Just another chapter. That's the tittle of Peach's last maestra. And you are the protagonist in it. The two of you. You never came out of your shell. That is why I just give it to you right now. What a timing right? I hope soon you'll get better Sevastian..." With Sevastian's shaky hand, he flip the pages one by one. Reading every single words carefully while tearing up... ******************OCEAN_TEN*********************************************************************

Her bluish big almond eyes, black silky hair, button-like nose, pink full lips when I saw her up-close that time made me blush for the first time. I rushed inside her cabin and I saw her seeing something through the glass window wall having a cup of coffee. As she heard my footsteps, she turned gently as her free hair turned around with her effortlessly. “Oh, you came in without my permission.” She reminded me. I’m so stupid that I lost my manners and came inside without her knowledge. I stepped back apologising “Sorry.” And she raised her right hand stopping me. “Hey, stop. You came in already.” She pointed to the couch, “Take a seat, please.”

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She bit her lips again and again as she moved forward but her mind was focused. Eva felt her world turn upside down in a single night. She almost died, tortured and her paralysed her leg down. She have no hope that anybody in this world would come and save her. The more she trembles and falls down, the more her memroies become fresh.

“I have received the remaining harmony from him and also cleared off my debts. I drop at his feet, no one can save me even if I scream and yell for help. I crawled back to my room waiting for my extinction. AN This is the first chapter of the book, please, don't judge me on my English, people make mistakes. Correct me with love and I will be thankful. Thank you for giving this book a chance, and please — do drop your comments.

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she said. I looked at her. In the lamplight. With the documents spread around her and the notepad and the pen and the expression of someone who had just put something down that needed putting down. “One hundred chapters,” I said. She looked at me. “Since the beginning of this,” I said. “Since the first chapter. One hundred.” She sat with that for a moment. “Does it feel like one hundred?” she said. I thought about it. About a woman on an apartment doorstep who had not known me and had let me in anyway.

She touched the lock and attempted to move it but knowing that it would be useless. “What are you doing here?” Jumping in fright, she spun around, with her heart at her throat. ; Here’s the new chapter. Please don’t forget to like, share, follow, vote and leave a review . Follow my i********m it’s tzara_saber. I will be glad. Till then adieu.

She had not planned twelve chapters — she had let the chapters arrive in the order they arrived and counted them when she was finished. The first chapter was about Tuesdays. Ordinary Tuesdays in the twelfth and thirteenth years of building a life in a place that had been rebuilt. What the Tuesday mornings looked like when the work was moving correctly and the people were right and the day had the texture she had described to Darius — the texture of a day that knew what it was doing.