Independence Is A Good Look On Her Novel Novels & Stories

The Midnight Fire necklace I gave her sat against her skin, looking like it was always meant to be there. The room suddenly felt very hot. As she walked toward me, she looked ethereal, like the Moon Goddess herself. “How do I look?” she asked, her voice small. She was clenching the fabric of her dress so hard her knuckles were white. I took her hands in mine, gently prying her fingers loose. “You look amazing, Novel. You’re breathtaking.” “Really?” she asked, finally smiling. “Yes. No werewolf could ever match your beauty,” I whispered.

Ashton came around the table and joined her at the shelf, pulling the volume out. "Two things lead me to that conclusion. Using initials is a well-known way of hiding one's gender, but more importantly, the phrasing and the characters are telling. They seem, well, far too accurate in depicting the feminine mind. No man could ever possess that much insight. It would surprise me very much if it weren't a woman. Here, you must give it a try." He handed her the book, and she didn't refuse it. If she was to remain here a week, she would enjoy something to read.

“Not every day. Just when I need somewhere that doesn't work and isn’t here and isn’t full of other people’s versions of my story. Somewhere I can sit with myself without having to manage anyone else’s reaction.” “Good. That’s a solid plan.” She glanced at the books. “What did you get?” I showed her the titles. She nodded like they made sense without needing explanation. “Those look about right for the mood you’re in. Quiet ones.” “They are. I didn’t want anything that asked too much of me today.” “Smart.” That evening I sat on my bed and read another chapter of the novel while the apartment settled into its usual night sounds. The library card was back in my wallet.

Under the moonlight, Kim and I walked alone. The wind was quite cold here, the sky showed no signs of rain. Yes I don't know where I'm going with this man but I will treat it as a date. Yes, I can only smile and be happy. I'm a lucky girl to be alone with a prince and it's like in a fairy tale. By the way, I forgot that this is indeed in a fairy tale, only in my novel and I am in this world right now. It feels so good.

Her sophisticated red lips formed into a tight-lipped smile, her brow arched into a 180 degree angle, and her eyes were cold as the weather in Antarctica. Just the sight of her made Khein's heart go tumbling. He was bewitched. Damn, she looked hot. Everyone who was looking at her had probably gone trembling. Any woman who reacts rather calmly than burst out attacking another woman for touching her man is much scarier than anything in this world. It just shows how confident she is in herself, and that, she's one hella independent woman who doesn't need a man to live. However, she's also one of the people who doesn't like sharing things that solely belong to her.

More than anything, she was concerned about her friend. **** This book is sequel to the first book Innocence. You have to read the first book to know the story clearly. The first book "Innocence" is available here on my Goodnovel profile. And then comes the second book "Innocence || book 2". Thanks for reading. Please vote and comment :)

'what is this? "Your highness?" I was back again when I got called by one of thr ladues at the side. There, I maintained my elegant posture and otherd the girl to stand. As she stand, I saw how much messy her hair and face is. Of course just like at the novel, he face is completely like heroine. Althougg she wasn't as pretty as I expected, she is still exclusing a heroine beauty. Anyway, her face is a mess and her beauty was hidden by it. Also, her dress is not as good as I described it in the novel. Yes, and that is because whe is wearing a different dress

“I haven’t forgotten. But maybe I don’t want to be defined by it.” Her nostrils flared. “You are a daughter of this house. Your choices reflect more than your whims. And right now, you’re throwing your future into the fire for a man who cannot even control his own skin.” “He’s not just a man!” The words burst out before I could stop them. “He’s more than that. And you wouldn’t understand because you’ve never looked past the surface of anyone. You only care about appearances, about power, about—” Her hand shot out, seizing my arm in a grip that made me gasp.

She said to herself while gazing at him. With a soft sigh, Ameera turned her attention to a novel she had brought along for the journey. She picked it up, feeling the weight of the story in her hands. As Ameera gazed at the novel in her hands, written by Prerna Kanade, a smile curled on her lips. She traced her fingers over the embossed title, feeling a sense of anticipation for the story that lay within its pages.

She had not been able to do much before she headed for the bar. When she found herself reaching for the brandy that she had mistakenly restocked, she knew she had to occupy her mind with something. Thus thinking, she headed to the library and reached for the latest book she had gotten to add to the collection of novels she hardly read. She looked at the confident-looking man on the cover of the book The Grand Patriarch Is Back by Kabirat Aleem, and wished she had half of the confidence that the man was showing. Though she was not much of a leisurely reader to be sure if she had a favourite, she doubted if she would like a male-led story.