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Hi everyone, Our book is officially over. It takes a whole community to write a book and that community consists of me and you. I want to say a big thank you to everyone that has contributed to the grow and development of this book. This was my first book ever and although the journey was not easy, I am glad I gave birth to the characters especially Ace and Annalise.

With no classes until later, I let myself relax. It was probably that which made me see things clearer.. I stopped and turned to the mundane building with the ‘bookshop’ indicator. I rarely came here, usually getting my resources from the Library, but this time I stopped. I had more than enough money saved up anyways and there was a textbook Professor Dane had recommended. I wouldn't hurt to try. I entered the bookshop and began window shopping, moving towards each section of the space as I did some window shopping. Looking over them, I bought a textbook I needed, along with a few more. As I moved towards the literary section, I froze.

The trailer above is for my next book! Tell me what you think? >< A P P R E C I A T I O N FIRST, we did it. Like, we finished the book and this is my first book ever. I'm so happy and so, so grateful for those who read this book till here. I've edited this book a lot because I'm not a person who is always sure of herself. - O R I G I N -

Hi, readers ❤️ We have finally come to end of this chapter. Words can't reveal how much this means to me 💞 It took me two years or more to complete this book (I lost count), but I'm finally done. Yayyyyy 🥳💅 Thanks to everyone who was still sticking around with me even after my irregular uploads and updates. Thank you so much for trusting me and trusting the process cause it got to a point where I wasn't even sure of what I was doing.

I said with a gentle smile "You said you want to build a company right?" he asked while I nodded my head "Okay. I brought some samples here with me so check it out and tell me which one you like best" he said stretching out a book to me I took the book and opened it slowly as I went through the pictures of the buildings. Everyone of them were beautiful that I didn't know which one to pick. In the end, I settled for one of the largest buildings with many rooms. "I love this one but I will love to add some things to it" I said showing him

Dear readers, whatever I do,I always keep in my mind, "please don't judge a book by it's cover." I request you to do the same. As much as it appears as a cruel romance,this book has the passionate love we all crave for at least once in our life. This is my first book. I don't ask you to go easy on me. Let me know my flaws,so that I could learn from my mistakes. I'll put all the effort I am more than capable of to give you an amazing time while reading this. So let's help each other. Please leave your thoughts and views in the comment section.

"Can I read that first?" "You can read it in any order you want," he said. "It's yours." I held it for a moment. Then I turned to the table of contents. Found the chapter. He watched me read the first page of it. I set the book down when I finished. Looked at him. "You wrote about me," I said. "I wrote about the idea you gave me," he said carefully. "About people who build things from feelings that have nowhere else to go." He held my gaze. "Your name isn't in it."

More, if you count from the lecture hall. The third book is the longest of the three: four hundred and twelve pages, which is forty-one more than she expected and exactly as many as it needed. The final chapter took a year. Not because the writing was slow but because the argument required one more thing to be understood before it could be said, and the understanding arrived in January and she spent four months finding the language for it. The title is: The Practice the Research Earned: On the Relationship Between the Life You Did Not Choose and the Life You Build.

The kind in the Miriam-walking-a-staircase-to-test-it, in the Colin understanding that the building had to trust itself, in the chain of the attending continuing through the professional and the personal simultaneously, one practice, one life. He was building something. He was always building something. He returned to the library notes and wrote until six, and the January dark settled over the city outside the window, and the bones of the building were rising in the ground across the city, honest in the January light. End of Chapter One Hundred and Eleven

I didn’t bother greeting her, didn’t have to as she was so engrossed in what she was doing that she didn’t pay me a simple glance. Exactly what I wanted. To build my own bubble and get my task done without any form of distraction. I got down, took out my laptop and opened up the document. The first page had only my name as I had not yet come up with a name for the book. I moved the cursor down and ended up in the introduction page, where it all started.