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she seemed angry, frustrated, and upset, she definitely wasn't fine, but without saying anything else she started to walk away again "Wait, please, can we please talk?" I asked, she turned to face me again "Look I forgive you, okay?, but that doesn't mean we can be friends" she turned away and before I could stop her she blinked, I sighed, well no one can say I didn't try, right? My search for a book resumed. I found a book, called 'last time' I opened the book to a random page, somewhere in the middle and proceeded to read the first paragraph

Nothing. A man reading something in complete silence is either reading something wonderful or something devastating. The men in this apartment had stopped having wonderful things to read weeks ago. I set the bowls on the table. Went back to the kitchen. Sat on the stool and ate my soup alone at the island and did not knock on the study door. The soup was good because I had made it from the recipe my mother had written on the back of a grocery receipt when I was seventeen. Lemon and white beans. The only thing that had tasted right to me since the nausea found its new accommodating rhythm.

The door cracked open, as Jidda barged into my room, I raised my head from the table giving her an annoyed look, she never knocks. "Ahmad is here," she said with a sheepish smile, I nodded, looking back at my book, "The Art of not giving a fuck" If only I could put it into practice. "Did you hear me?" she said and I nodded. "why don't both of you go, I am not in the mood to go out?" I said. not lifting my head from the book I was reading.

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“I am a lawyer for Crownbridge Holdings. I stand for trust. The book must go under escrow unless you agree now.” The word trust hit like ice. Adrian’s face twisted. His voice broke. “You. You are the reason my life was ruined.” Aiko only bowed her head, calm and cold. “I am here for rights.” The house turned into a court. Nia pushed. Laurent pressed. Gabriel whispered warnings. Aiko smiled like a shark. I forced my voice steady. “The book does not move unless me and Nia open it. Here. Now. With cameras.” They looked at each other, then nodded. Cameras lit up. Phones ready. The book sat on the table like a beast.

I ignored it hoping it would simmer and die from the lack of attention. The edges of the book in my hands were turning white, frost creeping over the pages like delicate lacework. I was blatantly failing. With a sharp exhale, I announced.“It’s freezing again.” From the couch across the room, Khalid let out an amused chuckle. “But hey, you held it longer this time.” “Two hours,” I quirked a brow in question as I glanced up to meet his face. He was grinning, all pearly whites in sight, looking far too relaxed for someone watching me unwillingly turn a self-help book into a Popsicle. Flavor? Bland useless knowledge with a sprinkle of aged dust.

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"

Hello readers ❤️❤️ First of all, I am deeply sorry for the errors, I cringed while reading them. It's been nice of you reading my book "My Forbidden Lover" thanks for the reads, gems, you guys are the best❤️😍 I Am sorry to announce that My Forbidden Lover has come to an end🥺 I hope you enjoyed every chapter. Please drop a review or comment, let me know your mind and how you feel about the book. All chapters have been edited for you🥳🥳

She wanted to ask why I needed that book. "Oh, I……. am a freelancer. And a company asked me to write an article on mental health. So, I decided to do some research." I quickly made out a story to tell her and I was very convincing. "Okay, Mr freelancer try to read this book quickly. I also need this for an assignment". She whispered and the librarian came to us. Librarian put his finger on his lips and asked us to keep quiet. I looked at the librarian and didn't pay attention to him.

Bridge Chapter 1: The Beginning Frazier Shawn Alexander Ronan sat quietly as his wheelchair was being pushed towards the lobby of the King Edward VII’s Hospital in an inconspicuous street in Marylebone, London. He’d spent the whole journey from his hospital room to the first floor of the building in silence, avoiding all the stolen glances directly at him mostly by the female population at the present. He knew he looked like Ansel Elgort from The Fault in Our Stars with his dark blonde hair, and all the curious stares mainly proof of wonder as to why someone like him was in the hospital. Someone as healthy. They didn’t know — they couldn’t possibly know, how he’d laid on the surgery table, u