It: A Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Could have fooled me. I went back to the top of her F******k page. 'Wonder who gave these ratings, and numbers?' I bet those are fake too. A boring life if you asked me. So far I have learnt little, except that Isabella's I*******m, F******k, only consists of. Cats, flowers, cakes, cats, cakes, flowers, headless shots of herself, more headless shots, more cats, and more flowers. 'But wait, what is this?'

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

*** Author's note: Sorry for the late update, I was going through some difficulties and stopped the book, but now I'm back and it would go as normal. Thanks for the support.

Ivanna Striding between the rows of shelves, I scan through all the books. It's been a long time since I got new ones. Honestly, I don't find the time for reading anymore. "What about this one?" Christian grabs a copy of 'IT ENDS WITH US "Do you think I haven't read it yet?" I chuckle. "It's my favourite one. I told you already" Twitching his lips, he puts it back on the shelf. "You have so many favourites''

" Well... It's really obvious... " " If you say so... " he sighed... " So which book are you working on now? " " It's titled, Purchased... About a girl who was bought at a very high price by a drug Lord. She became like a slave to him. He used her as a means of transportation for his drugs... This continued successfully until when all of a sudden the drugs that were put in her bursted and so she became very uncomfortable. She held her discomfort for some hours but when she couldn't bear it anymore. She searched for a restroom around but just before she found one... She collided with someone and fainted... And that's when her story began... "

I reply before our lips touch. The end. Thank you for reading this novel. I hope you liked it. If you enjoyed it, I invite you to check out these other novels here in the app: Married to the Mafia Flowers for Olivia Between the Mobster and the CEO You can find more information about these books on my I* page @ninastoriesgn

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

Greg struggled, shouting my name over and over, but the car started to move, leaving his desperate cries behind. The next day, the moment I unlocked my phone, the company group chat at Defy Tech was buzzing with gossip. It turned out that Sydney’s fake degree and embezzlement of company funds had been exposed. A video circulated in the chat. Sydney cried with her face streaked with tears, clutching Greg’s leg and begging, “Greg… I was wrong! Please forgive me this time! I won’t ever do it again!” Greg looked disgusted. He kicked her away, shouting angrily, “Get out of here! I never want to see you again! A woman like you doesn’t deserve forgiveness!”

It was about control. I moved slowly, my hands shaking as I reached for the first row. My vision blurred, maybe from the fever, maybe from the fear. I blinked hard and kept going. One book after another. Dusting. Straightening. Breathing carefully. Then my hand brushed against something that wasn’t a book. An envelope. It was tucked between two thick novels, but the corner stuck out just enough to catch my eye. White, with bold black letters across it. WILL. My breath caught.

A message popped in my Instapix. "Atty, I forgot my phone in your car!" Nu-uh. There's no way I'm turning back as I was only a block away from my home. "It's ok, I don't think I'd be getting any messages tonight. I can get it back tomorrow. I can use my lappy for online messages." It was as if she had read my mind that I wouldn't be going to her village tonight. What is this, some antiquated ninja move to force me to see her again? Usually, after the first meeting, if the guy does not like the girl, he would not contact her anymore. This girl however seems smart. I smirked recalling that she was not only smart, she also has a big butt. Yes, I was interested to see her again.