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The soft rustling of leaves in the breeze was the only sound keeping me company, my back was facing the neighbor’s balcony. How could someone be so cruel? I clenched the edge of the book tighter as I thought about how she had been hiding her pain for so long. It was not until the book was no longer in my hands that I snapped out of my daze.I immediately stood up and turned around to see Owen standing there, a mischievous grin on his face as he read the cover. "‘One Hundred and One Ways to Get Your Dream Man’. A book that will help you to find your soulmate" Owen smirked. "Interesting”. He pressed his lips together with raised eyebrows.

Rosemary’s Pov “I will eat later…” I say softly , offering him a smile. He exchanges a look with Xavier , but I do not stay for the lectures that I know is coming. Instead I walk to the entrance and sit on the floor in a crossed legged position – my eyes fixated on the fiery red flames that almost touches the sky. I sit out there for a while , enjoying the peace of being alone. At this moment , all I ever want is to be alone. I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom.

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Until i suddenly pulled away as someone dashed past my mind and she almost leaned forward, a soft chuckle and escaping her lips as she stared at me. "What's that?" "I just got an idea" I whispered in response and her eyes went dim with seriousness as i stood from the chair eagerly. "How about i write a book?" "I write a book about everything. About me and growing up chinese in America. It might be like fresh off the boat but with everything. I'm just gonna write, wherever my pen takes me" "It could be a memoir" Excitement lit in my eyes as i raised my palms to my chest. "Do you know what this means?" "Do you?" And then i looked away, releasing a sigh, of relief. To be continued...

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See I gave you perfect idea - spoke consy. That's the first time you gave me perfect idea - I thought and chuckled. Whatever duhh - spoke consy. I took a novel from the library which is in our room ( you can imagine any thrilling novel). Yess, A freaking library. I started reading it and I got to know that person who is most innocent in story is the main culprit. Then I thought in anaya's case. What if it is some family member or relative. I quickly closed the novel and put it back on the place.

A smile appeared on his face, making his eyes even more charming, then he kissed me on the forehead and on the lips, ignoring Ray and Elyse. "Is there anything you want to do now?" He asked and I thought about it deeply then I nodded. "Let's read books!" I said to him and dragged him along to his own study. I was quick to move the fixed technological ladder. "Stop doing strenuous things, young woman." Idrio was nagging again as he moved me away from the ladder. He climbed it up and then turned down to face me. "Which book?" "A 100 Ways To Build The Mind." I replied to him then he turned to the shelf and after looking for it for a while, he removed it out of the stack and descended back and

All I desired to do was dry myself, wear a clean set of clothes, pick up my favourite book—Tell Me Your Dreams by Sidney Sheldon—and sit on my ‘bed. Ever since I found that book in the trash a couple of years ago, it had entertained me whenever I got bored. What intrigued me at first was the title, as I also had a few dreams. When I started to read it, I was hooked. I used to finish my chores as fast as I could, just so I could pick it up once again. I liked to imagine myself talking to its characters as though they were my friends. Yes, I had read that numerous times, yet I would read it over and over again because that was the only book I ‘owned.’ Perhaps someday, I would come across anoth

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I almost couldn’t help but overthink; it was a part of me I was trying to curb. “It’s nothing to apologise about.” He kissed my forehead, and a smile returned to my face. “You have a lot of brilliant ideas, which is good but can make you indecisive. That’s why I’m here to help you construct them and make a decision. So I want you to do something when you want to start. I want you to write all your ideas in a book. I mean all. Don’t hold back anything, no matter how crazy it seems.” “I can do that.” I nodded as the wheels in my head turned and began pumping out ideas that begged to come out. I needed to write them down asap before I forgot them forever.