Novel & Cerita Intercepts Book

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

I am not in the mood to talk to anyone so I just ignore it. “Ma’am” my maid, Iris calls from outside. I take a deep breath and sigh. “Come in.” “What is it?” I ask colder than I intended to. "Mr.Valerio asked me to deliever this dresses." "He also said you both would be attending a banquet tomorrow." "Iris, I am way too tired for all this talk." "I just want to take a warm bath and sleep." "Shall I make you a warm bath and fix yoh something to eat?"

My Dearest Readers, Where do I even begin? [Pauses to dramatically clutch chest] Firstly, thank you SO much for joining me on this wild, emotional, and (hopefully) addictive journey through the Intertwined series. Whether you've been here since Chapter 1 or just stumbled upon this story today, know that every time you open this book, my heart does a little happy dance. 🥹✨ A confession: Lorenzo is practically my fictional husband (sorry not sorry! 😂❤️), but because I love you all somuch, I'm willing to share him... sometimes.😉

As she spoke, she could almost feel the weight of their concern enveloping her like a comforting embrace, offering solace in the midst of uncertainty. In response to her plea for aid, the voice on the other end of the line offered words of reassurance, promising swift action to secure her safety. Though the details remained shrouded in uncertainty, Sarah clung to the promise of their assistance like a lifeline, drawing strength from the knowledge that she was not alone in her struggle.

"Yes. There are parts missing." "True. Recently, I found a book that might help us with that matter." "Let's find it." "A red covered book with golden inlays." "I found it." "You have a sharp eye. All the books in this section are the same." "Let's start. There is a free table." Surrounded by rays of candles, the two friends started reading the dusty, old tome. The first one started:

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.