How Many Chapters In Lies Of P นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My index finger rubbed the outline of my lower lips as I watched the picture like it was a movie. Dark brown hair brushed upwards with two fallen strands across his eyes. He looked like he'd come out of a book. A fantasy book. But that only fueled my passion more. Because this kind of man hardly belonged to one woman and I can't risk him breaking their hearts, they would never ever recover. I was doing honorable charity for the hearts of soft women no matter how I looked at it. A glint crossed my eyes in excitement. "You must die, The Viper."

Rising to his feet, Casen looked down at her. “Are you going to talk about how you expect me to father someone else’s child? “Or how you teamed up with the consiglieri to get me killed, so your son can take my place as the heir?” Charlie sank to the floor, tears rolling down her cheeks. “I was wrong, Casen. I made a mistake… I was just desperate to be with you…” Casen let out a scoff. “Do you know what’s my biggest regret in life?” His voice was filled with anguish and bitterness.

I fell on purpose. "She knew about your disloyalty. And when you slapped her, that shattered whatever was left between you." Zoey burst into hysterical laughter, but Julian's face turned grim. Suddenly, he grabbed her by the throat. "How dare you—do you have a death wish?" Zoey's face turned red, but she looked up at him with adoring eyes. “Because I love you, Julian… You lied to me. If I have to suffer, I’ll make sure you do too."

“It’s every possible question that could come up about our relationship and every solid lie to counter it. Our supposed love story and my background story are too vague and would collapse under the slightest pressure. I created a whole web of interconnected lies that would make our whole façade more credible.” “Wow!” I stared at her in awe at how prepared she was. She was really taking this marriage thing seriously. I would have been in more awe if I could understand what she had written. “Go through it and tell me what you think.” She said, flipping the book back to the first page. My eyes swept over the paper, taking in the details of the first four lines I could manage to understand, but

“And I have been the one who has helped him run.” Dear Gentle Readers, this author is fully aware that this chapter tells more about Javier's side of things (aka side plot) and not the main story. Do not worry. We will get back to the main dish and you shall need a box of Kleenex. This author plans to have 50 chapters for this second book and hopefully, it will be completed by end of this month. Thank you for your love and support. Please leave a review and donate a gem to support this story!

I'm not promising that though 😅. AN: I want you guys thoughts on this question, *sigh*. I'm conflicted, very conflicted on how to describe Nathaniel's character because in my book where I've written the manuscript of this book although, it's a very short story with maybe 28 chapters. I described Nathaniel as a dark lover in my written manuscript but with you guys now, I'm having second thoughts of changing him to cheesy, lovesick guy yet possessive though I've already changed him to that.

He had to be honest, though—it was for his sister’s publications project. "Maybe... I’m not sure yet. It felt like admiration that faded after a week." Sounded more like infatuation. "How many girlfriends have you had?" Another dumb question. "One in high school and one in college." "Do you believe that love is blind?" Definitely not! Love is about acceptance. He placed his palm on his face, realizing this questionnaire was probably just part of Ashley’s joke. She knew he hated talking about his love life. Sipping his coffee, he moved on to the next question—then nearly choked when he read it.

But when she thought about it later, as she lay nestled in his arms in her bed, she thought that telling lies and telling the truth had a few things in common. She'd learned that if you told one lie, then you were pretty much guaranteed to have to tell another one to explain or justify or cover up that first lie. Then a third lie, to protect the first two lies. Then a fourth, to shore things up and to keep the house of lies from falling down. And on and on, lie after lie, until it was like a snowball barreling on down a hill. You told one lie and then you couldn't stop telling more of them.

KIAN POV "Two hundred and ten chapters, Elira. I confess, I've genuinely lost track of exactly how many territories, factions, and centuries old conflicts this family's remarkable example has eventually helped reconcile." I said it with warm, contented wonder, settling beside her on our familiar balcony as the manuscript's considerable pages caught the last of the evening light.

On our wedding day, my fiancée and brother died in a tragic crash, and the shock left my mother completely bedridden. Everyone blamed me, saying I brought misfortune and death to everyone around me. However, I didn't even have time to grieve. I worked myself to the bone, hauling concrete at construction sites by day and delivering food by night, just to afford my mother's medical bills. Then came the day I took a side job wearing a mascot suit for a grand opening event. One employee mentioned, "Our boss is super rich and handsome, and his wife is so sweet. Their family is so loving. They even rescue stray cats and dogs all the time!" I stayed quiet, only worried about whether I'd make it