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He was still so full of himself. "No. I mean, just hurry up and get here. It's hard to explain." Moments later, the door to the waiting room was flung open. Gilbert stormed in furiously. "Well, Jennifer, who's this random guy you found to help you put on this little act?" Before he could finish, a deep, husky voice cut him off. There was a calm but commanding chill to the voice. "Gilbert, what are you doing?" Gilbert froze and slowly turned his head.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

“Happy new birthday Bisola Badmus, Happy new born day.” Bisola lay down and fall asleep immediately. THE END

"Quentin will sneak back today. Would you like to come with me to the airport to pick him up?" "Quentin?" The name struck a chord of familiarity, echoing the male protagonist from my harem novel. "Quentin Bennett? The famous star Quentin Bennett?" "Yes," the woman gently touched my forehead. "No fever." I possessed an unusually high level of acceptance. Blinking, I realized I must have transmigrated. So, the reason that awful book was covering my face when I died served a purpose! Before my demise, I had been telling Randy that I would sue Quentin Bennett for bigamy!

"I'll do as I please. You cannot." Reaching the door separating their bedchambers, Cassy put a hand on the heavy brass latch and paused, her body rigid. "If I cannot do what you seem to think I've already done," she said with forced calm, "it's only because I don't want to. I assure you, your grace, that if I wanted to be...be in other beds, I would do so and let the consequences be damned. Maybe I will want another man in my bed..."

She spent so much of life moving from one responsibility to another that she had almost forgotten what stillness felt like. Her gaze wandered across the room. Two elderly gentlemen argued cheerfully over a crossword. Three women dressed for a night out attempted to take a group selfie, dissolving into laughter every time someone blinked. Near the bar, a man in a suit gestured dramatically while telling what looked like an embarrassing story to his colleagues. It all felt reassuringly ordinary. Exactly what she needed. She reached into her handbag for the novel she had been reading. The bookmark remained stubbornly halfway through chapter twelve. She managed perhaps three pages before realisi

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The moment I opened the door barefoot, I realized how ridiculous I was being. "Patrick? It really is you—you're back?" Sonya Peters from the neighborhood committee beamed when she saw me and gave my shoulder a warm pat. "Yeah, Sonya, I'm back. What's going on?"

I don’t play games. Eric: How are you? Irina: I’m good, right now I am here at Coffee Bean, drinking a cup of caramel macchiato, and eating a slice of milk tea cake and writing a novel. Eric: Wow, delicious. What genre of novel is that? Irina: About dreams and time travel, self-love, peace and isolation, loneliness, desperation, and life and death. It’s not a love story, but almost a love story. Eric: Doesn’t sound like a love story to me, but it seems Interesting,