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And with her fast asleep, I was able to leave the bedroom. I settled on the bed, but sitting up, with the laptop on my legs. With less than two months to go before the publication of my book, I got wrapped up in the story again. I felt in a floating bubble, it was not a dream, but my reality. Dialing on the keyboard, I sighed. Suddenly, an idea lit up in my mind, like a lightbulb, just four words: You're Just A Girl. I felt that I had to do a second part, maybe with time I would decide completely. I closed the device, with the arrival of Ismail.

My heart still swells with pain at the thought of it. I close my eyes and let my head fall back , I reflect about everything we had been through. My mind takes me to the very beginning of our meeting. I remember the first time I had ever laid eyes on him. In 2020 , after the world had come out of lockdown – I planned to run after my goal of becoming a female bodybuilder. Within a day , I was registered and a member of the nearest gym. At first , training in the free weights section was a bit to intimidating for me – so I stayed at the cardio section , trying to gain the confidence to face my fears. I remember… my mind was long gone , far away in another world – it would have been impossible

He could smell it in the air, see it all around him and almost taste it on his lips. After roughly two minutes, he got the reward for deciding to follow the path he had taken. The three hostels stood side by side like three giants leading a troop of soldiers to war. The buildings were misty in the distance but from where he was, he knew they were the building he and the other new intakes sought after. He had led them in the right path, he thought. He was sure to be a great Alpha. All he needed do was take care of Harold which his mother was on to already.

Hyun asked. "Well, for this book, I have to say that it's really business driven. They wanted me to come up with another book very quickly. I figured that the best way to do that was to get inspirations from different people's experiences and work on whatever I got from them. A little twist on this, some exaggeration on that. That's how I did the story. But of course, every adjustment had to make sense and that's were the harder part came," Cela explained. "So you mean, this novel is purely fictional?" he asked.

He never liked what was going on but he couldn't say anything as his voice was only spoken within his heart and never heard. He remembered his first encounter with his elder brother years back and how he had forced himself into him leaving an unforgettable scare and brokenness in his heart. He wanted to take a step but his feet were stuck by a force he couldn't explain and soon he felt a hand pulling down his trousers and gently rubbing his butt as he gradually lay down facing the ground with his face buried on the soft mattress. Soon his trousers were off his waist below his knee. He felt a sweet sensation at first running down his brain as his soft butt was thoroughly massaged causing him

Whether you have been here since the very beginning or joined along the way, you are part of this journey. When I first started writing this book, it was just an idea in my mind. A small thought. A “what if” that slowly grew into something much bigger than I expected. I didn’t know how many people would read it. I didn’t know if readers would connect with Lily or fall in love with Bryain, I didn’t know if the world I was building would feel real to anyone else. But you proved to me that it did. Chapter after chapter, your support kept me going. Every read, every vote, every comment, every message they all mattered.

"I didn't know that until just now." He looked at me. "Say that again," he said. "I didn't know the book was built on thresholds until I said it to you just now." "That's the book's architecture," he said. "Thresholds." I looked at my food. "The doorway. The floor of the room. The letters themselves are a threshold, one person's experience crossing into another's." I stopped. "That's it. That's the whole structure." "Write it down." I was already reaching for my phone.

A/N PHEW! ***Wipes sweat dramatically*** ***breaths sigh of relief*** ***drumrolls*** We did it, people! We actually did it! This chaotic, bloody, dramatic masterpiece is DONE!!! 🥺 Well, book one at least (you didn’t think I’d leave you hanging forever, right? Right? 🔪). Let me take you on a little ✨behind the scenes ride✨ So, picture it in your head. July last year, I had this FIRE idea and started writing like a possessed woman, got through fifteen chapters, and then… life said, “SURPRISE! SURPRIIIISEEEE" (Y'all know that TikTok sound, right?)

Life had been moving at a whirlwind pace these past few months, and this, these simple, slow mornings, were what grounded me. My latest book had been released three weeks ago, and in that short time, it had become something I never dared dream of, a bestseller. I had been proud of my past books, of course, but this one felt different. It was deeply personal, rooted in the love, struggles, and triumphs that Noah and I had shared in building our family. It wasn’t just my story, it was ours, and the world seemed to resonate with it in ways that humbled me.

Because you were broken in a specific way and you built yourself back through specific choices and those choices are visible in this document. She held this. She said: it's not a self-help book. It's a history. He said: it's both. That's why it needs to be published. She said she would think about it. She thought about it for three weeks and then she gave it to a supernatural-aware publisher who had been producing cross-community literature for fifteen years and who read the manuscript in four days and called her and said: this is the most important document I've received in fifteen years of doing this work.