How I Built This Book Novels & Stories

The Emperor could not stand for anyone to disgrace his family. Yuna replied, “Please don’t misunderstand. This book is not just any ordinary book. This book cannot be read by anyone but the princess.” The Emperor looked at the cover of the book once more. How could this book be any different? He ordered the eunuch to fetch the book for him to look at it more closely. When the eunuch handed him the book, he noticed that the cover did not seem to have any letters on it. He was confused. He opened the book and noticed that there was not a single line in the book, and it seemed to be empty pages with some bumps on it.

Lucy POV I felt restless and broken. I just wanted to rest for the whole day. I don't care about Kent anymore. Tomorrow I will file a resignation. I'm done with him. I'm about to go to the kitchen to find something to eat when my gut felt a weird feeling again. I feel like someone is shoveling my intestine inside that I wanted to puke again. Shit, what is this? Is the doctor not joking with me? Is she sure that I am pregnant? I laughed so hard. How can I when he wore his safety helmet every time?

I said. "I'm listening..." "You're hearing me and then dismissing me," I said. The kitchen was completely still. "I built this life," I said finally. "I built it from nothing. From a river and a clinic and five thousand dollars and a pregnancy I found out about when I was already half dead." I held his gaze. "I built all of it and I am not going to let anyone take me away from it." I paused. "Not even if you're right." Spencer looked at me for a long moment.

A DreamHaven of your own. Thank you for believing in our story. For holding space for our mess and our healing. For understanding that happy endings aren't perfect, they're just people who refuse to quit on each other. We built this for you. With love and gratitude, Cinnamon Wealth-Moretti Author's Note Dear Reader, If you're holding this book, you've just completed a journey that has taken month to write and a time to understand. Thank you.

Please rember to like my book and live comments and sugestions this will help me find direction when I loose inspiriration and I would love to write something that everyone loves to read thank you again guys lots of love love twoise♡♡

It’s about choosing to stay and fight for each other even when everything tries to tear you apart. This is my first book. I started writing it in October 2025 with nothing but an idea, a lot of emotions, and a heart that desperately needed somewhere to put them. I never imagined the story would grow this big. I never imagined Annie, Killian, Onika, Dante, Kael, Peggy, Jeffrey, and everyone else would become so real to me. But somewhere along the way, they did. They became family.

“You’re giving people too much credit lately.” “I’m giving them appropriate credit,” I said. He didn’t respond immediately, then said, “You ready?” I looked out at the audience again. “Yes.” He nodded once and stepped slightly aside so I could take the microphone fully. I tapped it lightly. “Hi.” The room quieted. “I didn’t think I’d ever be standing here doing this,” I said. “Not like this.” A few people laughed softly. I continued. “When I started writing this book, it wasn’t to explain myself. It wasn’t to defend anything. It was just… to tell the truth as I experienced it.”

The bookstore was further from a plan—just a someday-thought she'd had for years that had floated close enough to grab. She grabbed. That was the thing she wanted Grace to understand, and Emma, and Mia when she got old enough. That the bookstore wasn't born brave. It was born desperate and stubborn and from the specific clarity that comes after a life falls apart. You don't wait to feel ready. You build, and the building makes you ready. --- Her phone buzzed. Duke. *Where are you?* *Store.* A pause. Then: *Which one?* *Third.* *Coming.*

It's fine I'm used to enduring humiliation at the hands of my pack. He must have noticed the way my lips tightened, because his tone softened. “This isn’t about you. It’s about building from the ground up. You’ll get it faster than you think if we start from here.” I lowered my gaze from him, pressing my palms against my knees. “Alright, if you say so.” “Here.” He slid one of the thinner books across the table. “Start with this one.”

“I just…yeah. I don’t know.” A spot started to itch directly behind my ear. I ripped off my hat to scratch it, then slammed the hat back on, feeling even more exposed by Isobel’s penetrating stare. So I cleared my throat and started walking up the path without her. “I checked out all these books from the library this weekend about building bookcases, but the most useful tips I found were actually on Pinterest. And what do you think of this…a hidden passage bookshelf door?”