Interesting Novel In English Novels & Stories

Literally and figuratively. “Like I said,” Remy said in a low, gravelly voice. “Go relax. I’ll finish dinner.” He removed his hand from my hip as I slipped past him and headed upstairs. When I entered my bedroom, I found a gold and white-wrapped box on the bench in front of my bed. I stared at it for a while until I opened it. On the delicate tissue paper inside was a card. I opened it and read it. “Seasons change, darling. – Remy”

Now that we were already back in Manila, I got so excited… but I had no idea what would happen next. _________________________ *While the author used to describe everything with a balanced show and tell, she did not make the erotic scene in this chapter as detailed as possible because she does not want to promote sex between minors or teenagers. Thanks for understanding!

The above sentences are the thoughts of the author about what he thinks, but it is my duty to tell all the things he has in his mind. The space science and the beginning of the human era, why I always talk about the past, why I'm interested in the dead stories, why I tell a tale of another time, why I don't like the present and, also why I'm not narrating about those dumbasses who were about to close the mysterious case of random killing by an unidentified criminal (creature)? You might have so many questions and confusions about the fact that I puzzle a simple story in what we call a Riddle…? But you can still believe in me that I'll give you a gift tomorrow.

I thought but shook the thought away, they are the same women, lying creatures. Knowing that sleep is nothing near to my sight. I climb down the bed, wire my flip flop, and walk towards my study. I picked one of the old novels that always attracted me but each time I walked past it. I stretch forth my hand and grab the book looking at the title I cringe. "Agerina the rejected Omega", the story picked my interest and I walked towards one of my seats as I sat down, suddenly curious as to what happened in the book. I shakily opened it not knowing why my hands suddenly turned shaky, and my palms sweat. Maybe because I feel weird Hours later I'm done with the story and I can't help but get worked

There is a silk velvet white sofa on the side, a rocking recliner chair on the side for comfort. I let my gaze fall back on the table as I let my fingers feel the ledgers. Then my eyes caught on a novel looking book. I picked it and to my surprise it was an explicit male p**nography book, vividly illustrated in each chapter. Just p**n without plot. “Fucking pervert!” I slammed it back on the table. I’m about to walk away to look at another place when my eyes caught a brown envelope under the opened manuscript. My gaze flickered curiously at why it was hidden under the manuscript he was reading. I pull it out, revealing a long brown envelope. It was bare with nothing written on the body.

I worked it out on page thirty Whodunnit, and the idea of reading another two hundred pages to have the author confirm it is less than enticing. Michael is flipping through some magazines he found somewhere in the house, but doesn't seem too interested either. It's nothing exciting. We're just hanging out.… But it's comfortable, natural. How do I tackle this one…? "You know," I begin, "while I was in the City a couple of days ago, there was some very odd gossip going around." "Oh?" says Michael, glancing up from a page where a blond girl with an unlikely looking figure.... .... fucking Photoshop....

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As I entered, my eyes fell upon the desk, where the strange envelope lay, seemingly out of place amidst the familiar clutter of papers and books. Instinctively, I approached the desk, my curiosity piqued by the sudden appearance of the envelope. It was pristine white, devoid of any markings or identifiers, save for my name scrawled across the front in elegant script. My heart quickened as I reached out to touch it, a strange anticipation coursing through me.