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"Writers of sad books probably don't write to escape, they write because they feel the need to let people know that life isn't just a bed of roses. Why sugarcoat things when they can be honest?" She breathed deeply, probably wondering why I was so keen on this thing and to be honest, I was starting to wonder about that too. "I'd have loved to argue with you but you're right and that's a little bit disheartening." I chuckled at how low her voice when she said the last part before I moved even closer. "So, A Walk to Remember or The fault in our stars?" "Definitely A Walk To Remember." She answered in less than an heartbeat and I really just had to conclude that she must really have something a

She whispered to herself and started the ignition. As she merged onto the highway, a sudden realization struck her. ‘This is the perfect opportunity to infiltrate Carlos' home without arousing suspicion.’ The voice in her head whispered. ‘By the time he wakes up tomorrow and recalls the event of tonight, you would have won his trust completely. He can't help but be indebted to you.’ She battled with the thought in her head. Carlos was already a handful but it was true that she had a shot with him. At the next red light, she made a sudden decision and turned the car around, back to the club.

He looked at his PA. “I need R. W Lee’s The Principles of Roman-Dutch Law book.” “I overheard the conversation, she didn’t say which type she wants. She just said the wants the book. I can d******d it, have it printed and turned into a book format. I know a printer.” Adrian stared at her. She smiled before he could say anything else. “Work smart and not hard. You find the wine. I will do the book and start preparing your travel plans.”

This is our first night together. I pour wine on a glass and drink it to relax. Shane suddenly appeared in front of me wearing just a towel. She sexily went near me and kissed me so sweetly. I caressed her body carefully like precious gems that can break in an instant. I carry her and lay her down on the bed carefully. Kiss her and share my passionate love with her until we're both out of strength to make love. After our passionate night together we woke up and started our day with sweet kisses.

What I won't give to wear one of those over my eyes right about now. The night seems endless and I am pretty sure I didn't sleep a wink. The owl next door sang his hoots all night. The bats caught their moths, and I wish I were one of them. Hanging upside down to sleep in a secret place hidden from judgment. But I will never sleep, especially during the day when Model Perfect calls my name. Model Perfect is like a siren who called to me, and my parents jumped for joy at the opportunity. Maybe I never truly wanted to learn how to model. But my parents, God bless them, making big decisions on my behalf. It's what they've always done and what they will always do. They are the absent decision-ma

Elle sat at her table and stared at the laptop, “A romance novel, eh?” She heaved a sigh shaking her head, “What the point it was all cliche, he ate my ears complaining how bad it was.” She pouted sulkily. She opened the laptop regardless and placed her fingers on the keyboard, she closed her eyes and took a deep sigh, “Fine, let’s give it a go,” She nodded determinedly. With the start of the novel, her fingers moved in a flow, the words went in a flow, she spent her day and night in front of the laptop, 3 weeks later, her book was done, she wiped her tears as she stared at her completed manuscript.

I rest my chin on my palm as I start reading. I am used to her small favors like asking me if it is okay to read her work. A favor that I truly enjoy, but this is the first time I read a steamy part of her novel. ‘It was just us in the elevator. When the door closed, he pressed me against the wall. His mouth kissed me hungrily. I kissed back, intoxicated with his scent, with his touch. As he pinned me against the wall, I could feel his erection pressed against me.’

She carried a pile of textbooks with her. Thump ... thump .... Her heartbeat made Markonah nervous and awkward. Tukijo tilted his head as he watched Markonah put a pile of textbooks on her desk. "Hey! Aren't we supposed to share it?" said Tukijo. Markonah buried her face into her hands. "Oh my! What was I thinking, that it made me throb like this?" mumbled Markonah. After that they distributed books together, then they sat in their respective places.

Everyone is above 18, you know what I mean, wink. Questions to ask: 1. The world setting needs to be introduced in the first chapter. 2. Character, their developments, family background and personality, friends. 3. The villain, who is your villain??? 4. What made FL and ML2(the playboy) drift apart? If interested, you'are welcome to join the GOODNOVEL WORKSHOP group. https://www.f******k.com/groups/208103447982848 and please send your summary to: workshop@goodnovel.com

hers until she got what she wanted. So she let him do what he wanted to her that night. While he slowly stripped off her gown under the dim light of the room, Mary battled with her life on the hospital bed. The doctor had injected her with another dose of sleeping meds. She relapsed between sleep and reality. While he kissed her slowly from the bridge of her soft navel to the tip of her breast as she moaned softly, Mary’s heartbeat was slowly decreasing according to the plan between the doctor and Alfred. When he thrust into Selena hard and roughly, just the way she liked it, Mary’s heart dragged slowly until the very moment Selena let out a scream of ecstasy while Alfred lay on top of her s