Novel & Cerita Interesting Novel In English

Something is suspicious about this. The last time I remembered, I stumbled upon a novel. It was an ad that I accidentally clicked which leads me to read chapter one. When I glanced at the book title, I got hooked. Well, who wouldn't get hooked if the title is ‘In the name of a psychopath.’ Because of that title, I immediately got hooked and read chapter one. While reading, I seemed to stumble upon the same name as mine. However, I didn't pay attention to it since it happened sometimes and she wasn't an important character anyway.

Maybe not all secular ideas are so bad after all. She scrolls super fast through a bunch of them. "No. No. No. Too small, too big, too gold," she utters to herself as the screen swims in his vision and forces him to glance away. There are so many. How can one person find something so small in the masses of that search? Maybe, it's not something that she can find. What if this necklace isn't of this world? His eyes gravitate to it once again. The necklace between her curves glimmers, agreeing with him. It only makes his decision official. His new self-imposed mission: find out the origin of the mysterious necklace.

It seemed like the perfect time to immerse myself in my reading. I wasn't a romantic woman so the novels that revolved around a love story seemed very boring to me. The book I was reading was suspenseful and I was very intrigued, I was so immersed in the story that I was really scared when my alarm went off. I grabbed my phone and read the reminder. It was time to study. I turned the page I was reading and put the book on my desk.

--- The day unfolded like a gift, each hour carefully wrapped. Breakfast in bed, croissants from the bakery we had discovered in our first month together, the one that smelled of butter and memory. Tea made exactly as I liked it, with a little bit of honey. A small box beside my plate, which I opened to find a vintage fountain pen, the kind I had admired once in a shop window and never mentioned again. "How did you…" I started. She just smiled, mysterious, pleased with herself. "I pay attention. You must know that by now."

A collection of dark, raw narratives that people would have to read. “You’re insane,” Jenni says, shaking her head, though I can see the faintest hint of interest in her eyes. “You think you can find real criminals and get them to tell you their life story?” “It’s unique,” I insist. “And no one’s ever done it. People would be hooked. I tell them I'm doing research for my dark romance, which I am. Then I use everything in another book as well.”

Oswan asked. “In what are you interested?” Ortaul said. “I'm interest in anything new in the world, so nothing in particular.” “Listen then, my boy. Creates have appeared from out of nowhere.” “Creatures, you say, what kind?” “The worst, I say! Their teeth are sharp as swords; their eyes are red as blood.” “We saw them.” “Where did you?” “Not much down the road, near the miller.” “Great, finally, we can kill them.”

Adrian looked at the White Book. Its cover had changed once more. The silver letters slowly rearranged themselves. THE AUTHOR MUST CHOOSE. Then... a single page slipped free from the book. It drifted gently through the air. Adrian caught it. Unlike every other page... this one contained only a single sentence. It wasn't written in ink. It looked as though the paper itself remembered the words. He read it silently. His face turned pale. The Stranger noticed. "What did it say?" Adrian could barely breathe.

He thought in himself “So, this is the reason why you were here. You were looking at the lake. But for what? This is neither a joke nor a tourist spot to visit for fun or experience something.” A woman went to a room calling Braden, Braden… He was not in his room. Seeing that the woman went to the dining table where her husband was waiting for her to join him. Seeing her, he said “Come, sit here. Have your launch. He will be back”. “I am worried for him. He often uses to go to the lake. I do not want to lose his too”, the woman said with crying. “Oh, he will be fine. He was his brother, beloved little brother. Let him satisfy himself. Now have something”, the man told her. The woman took som

she corrected me, rolling her eyes in exasperation. "Sorry for that. I'm not good with names. Anyway, you're really good at frying salted eggs, huh," I said. I felt like I'd tasted the sea because of the saltiness! Did she pour all the salt in here? No wonder Liam isn't eating it! Even dogs can't eat this! "What?! Wai—"

I pretend to focus on swimming, on clearing my mind, but my body reacts on its own, muscles tense, thoughts messy. After my routine, I return to my room to read, curling up with a steamy romance novel in an attempt to distract myself. My cheeks flush with every word, my pulse still too quick from last night and the memory of waking here. Hours pass, and the story grows repetitive; it no longer captures my attention. Curiosity gnaws at me. I wander through the house, silent, robe clinging to my damp body. My feet carry me almost unconsciously to the study. There, the envelope at the center of the table glimmers in the morning light. My pulse quickens. I pick it up, trembling, and tear it open