I Can Do It Novel Novels & Stories

He wanted me to choose one for protection. I refused flatly as I updated my Instagram bio. "Marriage is risky. Be careful of who you choose."

It seemed nearly impossible. If Yuna was supposed to make this world any better, she would have to first spread the knowledge she had. Maybe then she could find others with brilliant ideas that could enhance her own knowledge. Yuna strongly believed that two heads were better than one. With the help of a group of intelligent individuals, she’d be able to invent and discover many new things. Yuna neatly put the books that were scattered around back into the shelves. She didn’t need to call a maid to clean her study. She’d prefer to clean her own things. She loved cleaning in her past life and that hasn’t changed one bit.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

Summer was cut short by the sudden presence of the principal but this time he was with a new student behind him. He was black and was damn cute. "Class we have a new student among us today, his name is Michael iyanda. The principal announced. "He's from Africa, from a country called Nigeria, He's a vampire but he is quite good in chanting some witches spells, I don't know how he does it but he's pretty good with it and I don't want you guys to bully him or put up a fight with him.

Chapter 4- Target The fear spread to Elise entirely that halted her breathing. The man Samantha talking right now is no other than the villain in the early chapter of the novel. He’s a complete psycho! A nut dog who has a sadistic tendency. Elise is having goosebumps remembering the scenes from the book she read. Elise spend her time in the orphanage creating a plan and she admit that she’s taking her time but his appearance brought panicked to Elise, she needed to get her grief, it’s a real thing but her trembling never subsides

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

My name is Jennie Dawson. I was just an ordinary college girl whose biggest achievement was pulling all-nighters to read smut novels. Then one night I dropped dead at my desk… and woke up inside the very book I was reading, as a pretty background character who happened to share my name. The heroine, Nancy Porter, was a transmigrator with a system. Her mission was to seduce my brother and turn him into her devoted plaything, living a life of indulgence with her day and night until she could finally return to her world.

Noemi's POV "Signorina Naldoni, are you sure you want to 'fall to your death' at the wedding three days from now? The whole thing's gonna be livestreamed." "Yes. I'm sure." The staffer tried again. "It'll be broadcast worldwide. Once you fake your death, that identity's gone for good. You sure you wanna walk away from being the Donna?" I tightened my grip on the proposal in my hand. My eyes stung, but my voice didn't shake.

But since he chose someone else, I could not keep drowning in it. When I opened my phone, I saw a new friend request on my social media app. It was from an unmarked account. On impulse, I thought of the assistant I saw yesterday. I clicked accept. I tapped into the account's feed. The latest post was a photo of two hands intertwined. On both hands, wedding rings gleamed. I recognized the man's hand instantly. It was Jason's. There was a small bandage on his index finger. The injury was from when he cut himself cooking a few days ago.

“That’s not a problem. That’s called basic decency.” “No,” she said, frowning faintly. “It’s… unexpected.” The elevator descended in silence for a few seconds. Then— “He knew all the things I like,” she added. Sam turned his head. “That’s not surprising. You’re not exactly private.” Gabriella shot him a flat look. “I am not that predictable.” “You absolutely are,” he said without hesitation. “You like routine. You stick to what you like. Anyone paying attention would figure that out.”